For a few seconds, I couldn't think of anything to say, his question hung between us, and the worst part was that I knew I couldn't keep lying to him forever.
“What are you doing outside this room, Sofia?” He asked again, this time he was very close to me. I could feel his breath on me. I looked at the bookshelf behind me then back at him.
I could lie, I had become good at it since coming into this family. Every day, I put on Isabelle's name, smiled when I was supposed to smile, said the things I was expected to say, and pretended I wasn't constantly looking for answers but this wasn't the same.
Arlo was standing right in front of me, watching me closely, and for some reason, I didn't want to lie to him again. Maybe it was because of everything we'd already discovered together, maybe be
