Taylor stood there caught between his aunt’s unwavering resolve and his cousin’s invasive gaze; every muscle in his body tensed up even before he even unlatched his belt. “With everything that just transpired, it’s understandable for confusing feelings to emerge.”
MJ’s understanding tone was softened by her love, yet carried the unmistakable firmness that underscored her role as disciplinarian. This will serve as a lesson for you too—for both of you—on the consequences of lying.”
Bella shuffled into the room; her reluctance palpable but undercut by a sharp curiosity that glinted in her eyes as she took a seat on Aunt MJ’s neatly made bed. Then, with a switch in tone that showcased their deep understanding of each other after years of growing up together, Bella posed a serious question. She studied Taylor intently as he stood there, all grown up now. His heart pounded against his ribcage like a caged animal desperate for escape, while the suffocating humidity of summer seemed almost bearable compared to the heaviness hanging in the air.
