MEGAN
After Beta Lucas and Jay left, the room felt quiet, yet the warmth of their visit lingered. I continued eating, savoring each bite of the grilled fish Beta Lucas had kindly brought. But soon, I noticed Cindy standing nearby, her usually calm face clouded with worry.
I dabbed my mouth with a napkin, set my plate on the table, and asked, “Cindy, is something wrong?”
She sighed, as if struggling to find the right words, and then looked me directly in the eye. “Miss Megan, please forgive me if this sounds disrespectful, but I don’t trust Mika,” she said firmly, her expression anxious. “Especially with food. I mean… you know the history. She’s never really treated you as her true sister.”
Her words stunned me, though they made a strange kind of sense. I took a deep breath and shook my
