ELEIA'S POV
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To say that what Arlen said hurt was an understatement, but I somehow do understand what Cleo feels like. I never met my real parents, not at an age where I could remember them anyway and I sometimes long for them too.
I knock on her door, since she expressed how much she liked her privacy. It's quiet and then the door slowly opens, making me laugh, "I'm no serial killer." I beam and the breath of relief she blows out while opening the door makes me frown. Did she expect someone else?
"What's the matter honey?" I ask as I walk into her room. It's hot out and she's wearing a long sleeve shirt with shorts. "I was expecting Arlen, but he never knocks." she sarcastically rolls her eyes and I giggle, "That I know." I hand her the plate and she frowns, "Arlen went to the bathr
