CELINE's P O V

‘‘You're such a coward girl, Cynthia!’’ I remarked as I kneeled down next to her on the ground. ‘‘Where is the courageous Cynthia that I know? Where is the young lady who used to yell at me when she was in a bad mood?’’

I was trying to comfort her by saying those words, but it didn't appear like my efforts were successful because she started crying out loud even more. ‘‘You know nothing!’’ She sniffed, and tears continued to stream down her ...