My eyes moved from Victoria's face to her father's, then back to her. She rubbed my hand a little, in that subtle reassuring way. “Amelia,” I mentioned calmly, “Amelia Santiago-Harper.”The air seemed to stop for one long second. Victoria's hand left mine, her eyes went wide like I had just spoken a crime, or rather made mention of the name of a notorious criminal. “Elma?” She mumbled under her breath. This was too much, seeing the look on her face frightened me. I moved my eyes away from her, placed them on Mr. Richard. The old man stood transfixed at a spot, his lips parted but no words came.“I… I can explain,” I stuttered, “please don’t take out my mother’s crime on me… The necklace, the birth certificate… I only got to know about them two days ago, just two days ago.” I cried. The suspense, the look on their faces, the way Victoria stood at once, her gaze fixed on my face like she was studying me, everything was killing me, making my pulse thump faster. “Please say somethin
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