TravisMy voice doesn’t just rise with a crack, disbelief clusters all over me.“So it was you?” My chest heaves repeatedly. “You had the nerve to spy on me? In my own house?”The words hang in the air like a breeze, yet thundering loud.I don’t wait for an answer to land before I close the distance between Sonia and I, my chest still rising and falling like I’ve just come out of a fight.“Speak,” I growl bitterly. “Before I force you to.”She shrinks, and staggers back instantly, her fingers curling into her fabrics, trembling as if it might save her. Quickly she raises her glance at me, then to my mother, silently pleading for mercy.But still, she remains speechless, sobbing regretfully, although I don't buy it.Then my mother exhales, the kind of breath meant to steady herself.“Don’t label it,” she says calmly. “She hasn’t done anything wrong.”Surprise overthrow me as her words stings even more.I’m totally stunned. And for a moment, I actually wonder if I heard her wrong.“Are
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