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I didn’t like what he was saying.

– Would you like to say that I am very impulsive?

– Is it?

– I would call it determination.

Mr. Moreau grinned and placed his own glass on the table.

– So be it! At this point, ma’am, please excuse me.

– Oh!» I got a little confused. – Yes, of course. It was very nice to meet you, Mr. Moreau.

– Me too, Miss Spikes! And me!

The man looked at me again and, with a slight nod of his head, strode confidently toward the center of the banquet hall.

Heresy. All is heresy. A deception of untainted water.

At this point, I was lying to everyone. My dad, Miranda, Aunt Jo, my personal therapist Brenden Cooper, and even our concierge, Frank. And they all believed my heresy.

In fact, I was in pain. Reckless, to the point of clinking in my own tiny bathroom, where no one would see my pain. In all four years, I didn’t show it to others. It was only my pain, my torment, and my punishment.

After Mike’s death, my life was transformed into theater. I put on different masks in front of people and played my part. And after another intermission, I would lock myself in the bathroom of my own apartment and indulge in self-torture.