Chapter 9 – OtyliaShe’s lying to me. Using me.
SABINA STOOD ACROSS MY BEDROOM with a new dress in hand. It was the brown of willow bark with flashes of green on its skirt. Similar to the ashen one I’d worn since we’d left Dwie Rzeki, it stopped just below the knee to avoid brush.
“Do you like it?” she asked, expectant.
I c****d my head to the side as I paced toward her, examining the patterns that seemed to twist like vines around the skirt’s ruffles. The smile came before I could stop it. It was a beautiful dress. “I guess?”
Sabina squealed and spun it around. “If ‘I guess’ is aligned with a smile like that, I can’t help but wonder how you smile when you see him.”
“Don’t talk about him,” I snapped, fighting the pit in my stomach.
“I’m sorry…” She hung her head and laid the dress on
