CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Someone please bury me alive.
We were seated in the dining room, and the atmosphere genuinely felt like final judgment day.
Mom was staring at me like a disappointed Supreme Court judge.
Freya looked weirdly proud, like she’d been waiting her entire life for this exact moment.
Evan sat there looking completely unbothered.
And me?
I felt like Atlas carrying the weight of the whole world on my back.
“Mom, I can explain—” I started carefully.
“Oh no, young lady, you do not,” Mom cut in sharply.
“Come on, Mom, it’s just one boy. She’s not dead,” Freya defended.
Mom slowly turned her head toward her.
Freya immediately shut up and look away.
“You had a boy in your room,” Mom began.
“Sorry,” I apologized quietly.
“And you lied to me about it.”
“Sorry about that
