Elion POV.The air in the room felt thick, heavy, and hard to breathe. My mind was still reeling from my mother’s sharp, poisonous words. My heart beat fast, loud in my ears, as I waited for an answer. The silence stretched, painful and full of secrets. My father stood frozen, his face pale, his eyes avoiding mine. He looked like a man carrying a heavy stone he had held for too long."Don't listen to your mother..." he started, his voice rough and unsteady. He took a step toward me, his hands raised slightly as if to calm me, or to stop the words from coming out. "She's—""Enough, Marcus!"My mother’s voice cut through him like a whip. She screamed his name, sharp and full of anger, her eyes burning with a wild kind of pain I had never seen before. She did not even look at him. Her gaze stayed fixed right on me, hard and unforgiving."You're still going to deny it!" she shouted at him, before turning her full attention back to me. Her chest heaved, tears of pure rage streaming down he
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