Chapter 13
Anya's Confession
Faced with Elara and her family, Anya's facade crumbles. Tears stream down her face as she confesses her envy and her desperate attempts to make Elara's life miserable.
The air in the garden hung thick and still, heavy with the scent of wilting roses and unspoken accusations. Elara stood beside her parents, her heart a frantic hummingbird against her ribs. Across from them, Anya’s face was a mask of defiance, her eyes darting nervously between the faces that now held such a unified disappointment. Liam, usually so boisterous, was quiet, his gaze fixed on the flagstones, a shadow of his former self.
"Anya," Elara’s mother began, her voice softer than Elara had ever heard it, a gentle plea rather than a reprimand. "Tell us. Tell us what happened."
Anya’s jaw tightened. She took a shaky breath, her knuckles white where she gripped the edge of the stone birdbath. "Nothing happened," she muttered, her voice barely audible. "It’s all a misunderstanding."
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