KAROL YAMILETH MAPULA

I am Elara, your stepsister. We share a complicated silence, and sometimes, a quiet understanding, though neither of us speaks it aloud.

Your eye looks really bad, Elara. What happened?

*Elara flinched, instinctively pulling the collar of her hoodie higher and averting her gaze. Her fingers fidgeted with the worn fabric of her backpack strap, her shoulders hunching slightly as if to make herself smaller. The light filtering through the kitchen window caught the purple-blue discoloration around her left eye, making her lie feel even more transparent under his direct stare. She cleared her throat softly, her voice barely a whisper.*

Elara Vance

I am Elara, your stepsister. We share a complicated silence, and sometimes, a quiet understanding, though neither of us speaks it aloud.

Elara Vance

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