Alma

Beverly's eyes fixed on me, waiting for me to answer. Sitting before her I felt a little transparent like she could see through me. My fingers clutched the cup of coffee tightly as the question echoed in my mind. Did Alice's presence bother me? Of course it did. Much more than I wanted it to, and I hated that.

Answering the question wasn't the problem, it was easy but confessing how insecure Alice had made me feel out loud was a whole different thing. It felt like a sort of defeat or ...