Mira/Violet
“Stepbrother? What are you talking about?” Violet stared at Mira in bewilderment. Instead of answering, she slowly pulled away from Violet and shifted to the table to pour herself some tea.
Mira’s hands trembled as she poured the tea, the delicate china cup rattling against its saucer. Violet noticed immediately, and she took the teapot from her.
“Mira, what’s wrong? You… what stepbrother?”
“I need to tell you something,” Mira said, her voice barely above a whisper.
“About Allen. About me. About everything.” Her eyes glistened with unshed tears.
Violet’s eyes widened, “Is everything okay with you two? Did something happen?”
“Everything and nothing.” Mira laughed, but it was hollow, bitter. She sank into the armchair across from her best friend. “Violet, as I said ear
