CLEO'S POV
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I stayed in my room for the rest of the day until my mother called me to come help with dinner. I can't look at her, the guilt is tearing me apart from the inside out and I hate it, I hate the gash feeling in my chest, like someone dug their nails into my flesh, grazing my heart with the tips before dragging it across my chest. "Cleo dear, are you alright?" I quickly glance at her, smiling softly, and continue to chop the potatoes smaller so that she can mash it after cooking them. "Yeah, I'm just a little tired from laying in the sun.", "You don't have sunburn, do you?" she drops her knife, feeling my temple with the back of her hand. I pull my head away, smiling, "Mom, I'm fine." I start to giggle. I love how over protective she is, she's the best, but when she rolls her
