His Innocent Sera
The boy gave a quick nod and left without a word.
The man brought his attention back to Sera, his eyes slightly narrowing.
"Why are you wearing a mask, Miss Sophia?" he questioned. On instinct, Sera adjusted her already well-placed mask, feeling caught.
"I am allergic to dust," she lied. Nine years and, her heart still stuttered every time she lied. She was in hiding, and each day was a reminder of that. From her name to her identity, everything was a carefully constructed lie. The man nodded, having bought the lie. Just then, a lanky man stepped in bearing no resemblance to her little brother. Her shoulders slumped. The clueless man looked between her and the man behind the desk.
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