Amaline stirred the pot in front of her absentmindedly.
Had she just let a stranger into her house?
The story made sense, but there was a nagging feeling in her chest. What if she’s lying? she wondered. But how could someone lie about something like that? She had solid proof. What else was I looking for? Still, she couldn’t shake the feeling gnawing at her, and the fact that her mother had been dead for as long as she could remember didn’t help.
She needed clarification.
Amaline turned off the stove and brought out two plates. She had only planned to cook for herself, but out of habit, she’d made enough for two. She dished out the food, still confused.
But we don’t look alike, she thought. Then again, not all cousins did. But the age difference bothered her. She’s so young... In another life, Amaline could have birthed her. Then again, people have children at all different stages of life.
Like me. Thirty and single. She laughed bitterly to herself.
She carried the plates into the living room, where Sofia still sat, hands folded in her lap, not having moved an inch.
“You’ll eat porridge?” Amaline asked, her tone firm. She wanted to establish dominance.
Sofia grimaced at the sight of the food.
Oh Lord, not again.
She had overlooked one downside to her plan. She’d have to eat... actual food.
“I actually had something on the way here,” she lied quickly.
Amaline set one of the plates down on the coffee table and sat opposite Sofia, ignoring the dining room she’d passed moments earlier.
“That reminds me,” Amaline said, narrowing her eyes. “Where are you coming from?”
Sofia hadn’t planned for this question.
“Ikeja,” she answered, choosing the most populated city in Nigeria as her safe option.
It would take forever to track anyone down in Ikeja.
“Ikeja? Lagos?” Amaline’s surprise was evident. Sofia nodded in response. “All the way from Lagos?” she repeated, clearly perplexed at how a girl so young could travel that far. Now that she knew the distance Sofia had come, she couldn’t just send her away.
“How old are you?” Amaline asked, trying to regain her composure.
“Fourteen,” Sofia answered, her voice intentionally timid.
Amaline sighed audibly. “Well, I guess we’re family,” she said, standing and holding out her arms awkwardly. Sofia rose to accept the hug, which felt forced, but it was an attempt.
As they embraced, Sofia wished she could implant false memories
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I know this chapter but I just wanted to finish off this arc before I move to the next one
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Seven Ways To The Abyss
FantasySofia and elaina, two girls with a secret which must not be told, but when five students find out for themselves. they drag them into their bottomless abyss. And show them a glimpse of the hell they came from.
