Savannah
My hands cradled my head. Thoughts came in waves, crashing and overlapping, refusing to give me a moment of peace.
Telling Xavier the truth felt like standing on a cliff’s edge. I was uncertain if I’d fall or fly.
In my head, I kept replaying different versions of his reaction.
Would he be moved when I drop to my knees and weep profusely? Would I confess everything, even the parts I barely understood?
I hadn’t lied at first, not directly. I hadn’t even wanted to be here. I told him I wasn’t Sasha. He looked at me like I was crazy, and that worked.
But I had still lied, whether by staying or by pretending. I let him believe I’d lost my memory.
What if banishment wasn’t the worst of it? What if he saw my deception as unforgivable?
What if he demanded my execution?
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