Laying it out
I explained everything, from the dress incident to the manipulation with my best friend. “It’s all too coincidental, don’t you see?” I inquired, my voice rising. My brother sat down and rubbed his temples. “Cassie wouldn’t do that,” he said, but with little conviction. “You are my brother.” “You have to trust me on this,” I insisted. The room grew silent as he tried to digest what I had said.
Laying It Out
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