" Mara—" my eyes studied her face and body language before I continued, " What is going on? That night, you told me that—"
" I know, Lyssa." She sighed dejectedly. " I don't know what to think anymore. I was sure that it was I who made a mistake, but thinking of it, I can't really tell. I've been feeling guilty since that night, but when I heard that it was Yuri—I'm sorry, but it felt like a huge weight had been lifted from my shoulders. I couldn't sleep for days thinking I was the one that did it."
Her eyes looked really sincere, and I couldn't help but feel bad that I had doubted her. I felt relieved that she wasn't the real perpetrator, and it made me even sigh out loud.
" Did you think I—lied?" Hurt flashed through her eyes, and I found myself spiraling for an answer.
Did I think she lied? I can't say the possibility didn't cross my mind, but I never dwelled on it, though I was confused. " I can't say yes or no. To be honest, I was confused. It all just seemed misplaced."
