Sofia

The sting on my cheek didn't fade. It pulsed, a hot, throb that matched the beating of my heart. I stared at my mother, seeing a stranger in the woman who had raised me. Her hand was back at her side, her face composed, as if she hadn't just struck her twenty-one-year-old daughter across the face.

"Did she introduce you to someone?" my mother demanded again, she stepped closer, invading my space, her eyes searching mine with a terrifying intensity. "That roommate. Did she take you to ...