Ayla
“I can’t believe this.”
I paced back and forth in front of the mirror, my reflection the only witness to my restless steps. Every now and then, I talked to it, like the girl staring back might somehow have answers to the mess in my head.
Papa’s words were still echoing in my mind. It had been over an hour, but they clung to me like ink stains on paper.
Papa invited River to dinner. I still couldn’t wrap my head around it.
Wasn’t it just a few days ago that Papa himself warned me to stay away from River? And now, out of nowhere, he wanted River sitting at our family’s dinner table?
None of it made sense.
I knew Papa always had hidden motives, and my suspicious mind kept spinning, trying to figure out the reason behind his sudden change. He wanted something—of that, I was sure.
