"Do you really not know anything about it? That boy doesn't tell you his plan?"
My nod shook a bit aggressively to prove a point. My hands were on my lap as I looked up at my Dad who just also just got home with Mom after hearing the news and was waiting for me in the sitting room.
"I'm innocent, Dad. I told you, I haven't talked to him again, not even after the commotion he caused here meeting you," my voice was tired yet determined. Dad was watching me closely, and without much effort, I knew I was showing them my sincerity in telling the truth. Not only did I not want to be involved in this mess, although I was definitely a part of it, but also because I wished I could tell the world I would not do this to August. Not again. Not now. Not ever.
I wished the world would believe me t
