Michaels p.o.v
I waited patiently for an honest answer, one thing I was so certain about, was that this imposter beside me was not my close friend.
Karelia loved her mother but she only cared about herself, she was what we called selfish, she couldn't rush her mother at night even if aunty was injured, it's not even the first time that her mother was hit this badly this must be the tenth or twentieth time, she always watched quietly as her mother suffered.
Karelia was also not a fighter, when I was attending to Aunty's wounds, I couldn't help but ask what had happened for them to be out in the cold at night, aunty told me how Karelia had hit the mistress of the house badly, and how she had taken care of her wounds, Karelia hated the sight of blood and wounds.
When I went outside, sh
