Their gazes were mixed with either pity or ridicule, all weighing down on me.
Lydia buried her head in my mother's arms. She rarely showed such vulnerability, let alone cried in front of so many people.
Just then, Lydia's father, Ian Lewis, the Jones family doctor, suddenly knelt.
He revealed a truth that had been hidden for sixteen years.
It turned out I wasn't the biological daughter of the Jones family. Lydia was.
She was the true eldest daughter of the Jones family. I was just a fake who had stolen sixteen years of her life.
After the DNA results came out, the Jones family took Lydia on a trip to Malachi.
I looked at the band-aid on my hand and stayed silent for a whole day.
Until dusk, when the bright clouds and colors intertwined like a painter's palette.
I left the Jones residence quietly and unnoticed.
3
As night fell, the city's edges blurred. The stars and countless lights lit up.
After cooking dinner, I took out my phone to watch a variety show and found 68 missed calls. It was all from Dawson.
They were from Dylan, and there was a text message.
He said he would come to my place at 10 a.m. tomorrow to talk.