Fiona's POV
Class ended in a blur.
If I had known this was going to happen, I never would've suggested we become friends.
"Should I drop you off or not?" Adrian's voice held amusement, his eyes practically glowing with satisfaction at my discomfort.
If I let him take me home, he might start piecing things together—connecting me to her. To Fiona.
I couldn't risk it.
As I racked my brain for an excuse, Adrian's phone rang.
"Hello?" he answered, his voice taking on a more serious tone.
I couldn't hear the other side of the conversation, but whatever was said must have been urgent because his smirk only deepened.
"You're lucky," Adrian said as he ended the call. "Don't think you'll be next time."
Without another word, he slid into his car and drove off.
I let out the breath I had unknowingly been holding.
But relief was short-lived.
The bus!
I quickly checked my watch—4:05. The bus leaves at 4:15.
Cursing under my breath, I took off running. My legs felt like lead, exhaustion from training making every step heavier.
By the time I reached the stop, the bus was already inching forward.
"Ahh… Ahh, wait!" I shouted, waving my arms.
The driver hit the brakes, giving me a pointed look. "Ma'am, you're lucky. We were just about to leave."
I nodded, still breathless. "Mmm… thank you, sir."
Swiping my card, I boarded and collapsed into a seat, my heart still racing.
The ride home felt like an eternity, but as soon as we reached my stop, I wasted no time.
I ran straight into the house, past the living room, and into my room.
Finally.
Collapsing onto my bed, I sighed in relief. At least tomorrow is the weekend.
Then—
Tap. Tap.
A soft knock interrupted my plans of sinking into sleep.
I groaned. "Who is it?"
"It's Lois. Can I come in?"
Lois. The woman my mother hired to pretend to be my mother.
I'd never actually met her before, but I knew of her existence. A fake mother and father, carefully arranged to support my fabricated background.
Curious, I asked, "What do you want?"
"Your mother wants to talk to you."
My body went rigid.
The color drained from my face.
Her.
It's been so long since I last heard from her.
Click. Click.
I unlocked the door. "Give me the phone."
Lois handed it over without a word.
I pressed it to my ear, my hands clammy.
Then I heard her voice.
"Fiona."
A chill ran down my spine. My fingers twitched, nearly dropping the phone.
It was her.
My mother.
The fear was instant. Instinctive.
"M-Ma," I greeted, forcing my voice to sound steady.
"My darling daughter," she cooed, her tone deceptively sweet. "How was school?"
I shivered.
I was not used to hearing her speak like that.
When I didn't answer, her voice dropped, turning sharp. "Why aren't you saying anything? I hope you have something to report."
My throat went dry. "No, ma."
A long silence.
Then—
"You disappoint me."
Click.
She hung up before I could even explain.
The phone slipped from my fingers, landing on the floor with a dull thud.
"Leave my room." My voice was ice.
Lois, startled by my tone, scurried out. As she left, I heard her murmur, Like mother, like daughter.
I ignored her.
Sadness swallowed me whole.
Tears burned my eyes, blurring my vision as I buried my face into my pillow.
"I'll finish this mission," I whispered, voice trembling. "I'll make Mama proud."
Just once, I wanted to call her Mom and have her look at me with warmth instead of disappointment.
But for now, all I could do was cry.