SOFIA

"The main reason?" he iterated, as if he had no clue what I was talking about.

Deeming his carefree manner, inconsequential, I resolved not to answer. I had practically laid myself bare before him and if he took any of it seriously, then he had to show it.

He read my expression, noting that I was all serious now and that his attempt at a joke was futile. Reclining on his chair, he said,

"On my word, I promise I will tell you about the main reason, but before that I need you to tell me why this situation of yours appears choiceless when it's clear you can say no to her. I mean she's your stepmom not your goddamn creator"

If only he knew how close Alicia came to holding the power of my creator. She like held the power of my continuance. If she revealed what she knew, my life will be such that death will feel like mercy.