Cynthia Dion:
I paced around the outdoor dining table while Charlotte arranged the food, pondering the recent events in my life.
"Anyone would react the way he did, but what did he mean by his sister having good news and me not hurting her again?" I whispered to myself, my gaze fixed on the grass. It didn't make sense to me. In Atticus's eyes, though, I appeared to be a twisted and cruel person, and all the evidence seemed to support that. I only wished he could have explained everything he knew instead of storming out.
I didn't expect him to reveal the extent of his sister's suffering because, in his view, that might bring me joy.
"Ma'am! The meal is ready," Charlotte said with a smile, and I called her back as she turned to go.
“Thank you,” I nodded, thinking if I should ask her ab
