~SARA~
I don’t know if I’m breathing or not.
For several seconds, the room goes completely still—everyone frozen mid-motion, stunned.
Cold beads of sweat form on my forehead. I tighten my hold around my fork until my knuckles turn white.
Clink.
Alex drops his cutlery, his brow knitting into a deep frown.
He grunts. “Say that again.”
“Sara had an abortion,” Mira beams. "When we were in high school.”
A lump forms in my throat.
“And you know how?” Alex asks.
The question catches her off guard. Her eyes flutter. “Well… you see… we didn’t—”
“Ask me to impersonate you during the final exams,” I hiss through clenched teeth, cutting her off. “and in return, take me to your mother’s doctor.”
I toss my cutlery onto my plate. My chair screeching against the tiles as I push back and tap my
