The Slap
“Lies! All of it is lies!” Ayisha’s voice exploded through the living room, the television light flickering across her furious face. She leapt up from the sofa, knocking over the bowl of popcorn she’d been holding. “That evil snake! That lying witch! Look how she twisted everything! Ares sure put her to this.”
Tessa sat frozen, her wide eyes locked on the screen even though the interview had already cut to another program. Her chest rose and fell as though she’d been running, her hands trembling in her lap. “It’s… it’s not entirely a lie,” she whispered hoarsely, her throat dry.
Ayisha spun on her, stunned. “What?”
Tessa’s gaze lowered, shame coating her voice. “Not everything she said was false. But ninety percent…ninety percent is nothing but poison she twisted to fit her st
