Chapter 15 In Search Of The Truth

• "Do you love him?" I asked, my voice barely cloaking the crack of disbelief.
• Mia paused, her hand hovering over the skillet, as she flipped the pancakes, as if this were the usual Sunday morning drill. She eyed me, eyes wide, yet apologetic. "Of course I do. Ethan and I have been serious for months. Why? "
• I stood there, my hands clasping the edge of the kitchen counter, and did my best to keep myself composed. This wasn't happening. It couldn't be. "I'm asking you because Ethan told me something very different," I said, my voice low, scarcely concealing the storm brewing inside me.