Aarhea’s Point of View
I sat with Amara in the library. Books surrounded us, but neither of us cared about them. I leaned back in my chair, lowering my voice.
“Amara, can I ask you something?”
She looked up quickly. “Of course, Aarhea. You know you can always talk to me.”
I hesitated on purpose, then said softly, “Do you think I made a mistake by trusting Jake?”
Her eyes flickered. She leaned closer. “Why do you ask that?”
“He hides things from me,” I said.
“Sometimes I feel like I don’t even know who he is.” i continued.
Amara bit her lip. “I didn’t want to say this before, but, yes. I’ve felt the same. Jake doesn’t belong here. You’ve noticed it too, haven’t you?” she replied.
I kept my face blank. “Not belong?” I asked, wondering what she said.
“Exactly,” she said quickly.
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