Elle’s POVHearing the footsteps approach our porch, I knew it was the same woman. Mara. I quickly dashed out, picked up a pan from the kitchen and stood by the doorway, waiting for her and whatever plans she may have.As soon as she got in, I wasted no time.“Who the hell are you and what do you want from me and my father?” I asked, raising the pan to the air.She startled back, looking at me with confusion. “Ugh, Elle, I don’t understand. What are you doing with that?”My grip tightened around the pan. “I just spoke with my father, and you can imagine my surprise when he told me that he doesn’t know who you are. He never told you to call me from school and he never sent you to pick me up from town. So care to explain that?”She closed her eyes, her palm flying to her neck as she bent halfway, drawing out a sigh of relief. I looked around with slight wariness, trying to catch any game she was playing.“My goodness, girl, you scared me.”She pulled herself back up, waving her arms i
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