"What mess did you make this time, Solene?" my mother asked after I got home.
We are in her mini-office, and it's soundproof, so no one can hear us talk. I was clasping my hand while watching my mother change expression. I was so nervous that I couldn't find words to say. This is the first time I have seen her look so upset and angry.
Most of the time, Dad will do all of the nagging and lecturing, and Mom will always assist me in getting out of Dad's rage, but now it's different. My mother is the kindest, but I know killing is something she wouldn't tolerate, neither do I, and to think that the rumor talks about me killing someone, she wouldn't let it pass.
"Do you really believe the tales that I killed someone, mom?"
My parents' opinions about me are essential, unlike all the indivi
