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Before we could open the door, my mom walked out. "You are back. I have missed you, Ava," My mom said, then she hugged me "Hey, Mom," I replied "And you must be Sofia. Oh my, the two of you really do look identical. Well, except for your eyes," my mom said, and then she shocked Sof by hugging her. "Um, yeah. Hello," Sof said

She asked and as Sofia looked at the clock, confirming it really was that late, the next time she looked at her mum, she was almost squealing. With eyes as hollow and dilated as it could, she pushed herself closer to where her mother was. “It’s actually six pm” She replied but everyone was aware that wasn’t the reason she was even so excited. “Why are you so excited?” Theresa asked the obvious question, looking about the fresh bags of groceries. “You wouldn’t believe what happened, ma. Who I just saw—“ Rip the bandaid…Freya, Victoria or how would she tell her? Sofia was the one on her tip toes and it wasn’t until her mother noticed the long pause between her words that she looked back at her

She added and then I laugh again, hysterically this time. “And who are you to even dare to do that to me? Oh my God, you must think you are the Luna of this pack, don’t you? Just because you have been going on and about, trying so hard to make my dad notice you and maybe get married to you, you think you can now act like you are my mom too? Well, Ms Sofia, I need you to burst that bubble of yours and come to reality, because you can try so hard as you can, but my dad will never be with you, you are just a slut who is trying so hard to get into his pants and-”

A woman. Sophia

Sofia said, with the precise, innocent delivery of a twelve-year-old who is using the word fictional as the world's thinnest available cover. "Of course," Elena said. "I just thought it was an interesting detail," Sofia said. "It is," Elena said. "It's a very interesting detail." Sofia said nothing for a moment. Then: "Mama. The story. The real one. About the family. About all of it." "Yes," Elena said. "Will you write it down?" Sofia said. Elena looked at her daughter. At the chin and the eyes and the certainty. "Yes," she said. "I'm writing it now."

It was during those quiet hours that I heard them. At first, it was muffled-Mother and Father arguing behind their closed door. Then the sound grew louder, more heated. Curiosity got the better of me, and I crept closer, pressing my ear against the wood. Mother's voice was sharp, filled with anger and betrayal. "What do you mean you sacrificed our family? For what? To win a war that had nothing to do with us?" "I didn't think it was real, Sarah!" Father's voice was pleading, desperate. "We all thought it was just a game, a harmless exchange. The woman asked us what we would give to come out alive, and I-"