Elián;
"What do you mean… You lied?" I probe with anger surging through me now.
My mind keeps running back to Alana, and that doesn't aid my worry.
My chest is already tight, already bracing.
Asa is still on her knees in front of me, shoulders shaking, hands clenched like she's holding herself together, but heaven knows I don't give a fuck about all that.
"Asa—" I begin, but she cuts me off.
"I—I'm not Alana's cousin," she whispers, and I pause.
It's not like it's exactly a surprise… but still, I wasnt expecting her to… say it. To come find me and just… confess it…
I blink, trying to understand or at least try to process what I'm hearing.
"You're… not?" I repeat dumbly, and she nods her head, with eyes squeezed shut.
"I'm not related to Alana. At all." She replies, and the words don't land all at once.
They scatter. My mind tries to gather them, line them up, make sense of them… but I fail.
