(Elena's POV)By the time I got home, the shame had worn off gradually, though confession had done the opposite of what confession is supposed to do. I heard my parent's voices as I walked into the house, then a third voice, male, familiar enough_Marco. I entered with a straight nonchalant face, but deep down, I felt a little nervous about his visit."You're back," he said."I am," I said, and kept my voice pleasantly neutral because that was what the room required.My mother appeared. "You look flushed." Her eyes were moving over me."I walked," I said, which was true enough."We were just talking about you," my father added from his chair, with the satisfied air of a man who considers this a perfectly normal thing to tell someone.My mother's smile had taken on that particular quality — soft and slightly too amazed, and it kind of irritated me. "Marco has invited you to dinner," she said. "Tonight?" I asked."I mentioned it earlier," Marco said gently enough that I understood h
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