Caleb's expression froze. He whipped his head toward Rebecca. "What are you talking about? That's nonsense! Eleanor would never go up north!"
His voice had gone shrill without him realizing it. A deep, cold unease was spreading through his chest.
Mrs. Rebecca's face soured immediately. She pulled up the video that had been posted in the residents' group chat that day. "There’re photos right here in the group. Who would make something like this up?"
Caleb stared at the screen, with his fists clenched, and his face dark and grim. My father and mother stood frozen long. And then my mother forced a brittle laugh. "She was the top scorer and didn't say a single word to us. She's always been so headstrong. But if she chooses to go to university in the Northern state, that's fine."
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