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Leaning against the wall, I clutched the medicine boule, my hand covering my mouth and nose, trying to avoid
Before I could catch my breath Ethan’s accusation exploded.
“Do you hate Qiana that much? She made breakfast for us, and you ruin it like this?”
Mason followed, his voice laced with anger.
Lanie, you’re unbelievable! What’s gotten into you?”
A surge of bitter resentment flooded me.
Trembling, tears welling, I opened my mouth to explain, to express my frustration and anger.
But all that came out was a choked sob.
Tve changed? I have changed? Or have “your” hearts changed?”
I choked out, my voice thick with emotion.
Am allergic to seafood! Have you both forgotten?”
“When I had reactions before, how did you both trest me? And now…..
this?”
any trace of seafood
My voice was raspy and weak, yet each word was a sharp blade, piercing Ethan and Mason’s hearts
They used to be so protective.
Every time I had an asthma attack, they’d be frantic, skipping school, rushing to my side, red–eyed and anxious, tending to me.
No one could get them to leave.
And now they’d forgotten something this crucial
Ethan’s face paled.
After a moment, he murmured, “Sorry.”
His voice was low and heavy.
Mason’s brows furrowed, images of my past allergic reactions flashing through his mind. They’d been there countless times, witnessing my suffering and
helplessness
He stepped forward.“Are you… are you okay now? I’m sorry. That porridge.. Qjana said she picked out fresh seafood… it was her way of
