Chap-88*Did It All To Harm Her.*

Cynthia Dion:  "Now you're going to claim you didn't send this?" Atticus groaned, his eyes brimming with both sorrow and anger. His connection with me as a mate, along with his affection and concern for his sibling, were the two emotions he harbored. "That can't be true," I exclaimed when he replayed it, because every droplet of water that had poured from the shower that day had now tainted me instead of cleansing me. I had to shield my ears from the sound of that shower water. "Stop it now! Ple--ase!" I cried in sobs. For a moment, it felt like my body was laid bare for everyone to see, just like in that restroom. "But that's not even half of it; you aimed to traumatize my sister for no reason, and yet, every time she sees you in pain, she desperately wants to help you. Do you not realize how different you are from her? Why did he choose you when she's so loving and kind, and you can be cunning and crude?" Atticus crouched down beside me and shouted. I wanted to know that too. Why am