Hailee's POV
I had gotten dressed for the day and was about to check on the boys when I saw her. The same woman from last night, the one who had dared lay a hand on Ozzy, was walking down the hallway toward me. The moment our eyes met, she gave a small, nervous smile, trying to play it off as friendly.
I didn't return it.
Instead, I met her attempt with a cold, unflinching frown. Her steps slowed, and when we finally reached each other, she shifted deliberately, stepping right into my path. I stopped, my patience instantly wearing thin. My face darkened.
"And what is the meaning of this?" I asked, my voice flat and cold. "Move."
She looked a bit startled at my tone but didn't move. Her fingers twisted together for a moment before she spoke, her voice small and overly sweet.
"I just wanted to apologize," she said quickly. "For what happened last night. It was a misunderstanding… I lost my temper."
