REVERENCE AND REGRETS
“I know who did this and why,” she says. My maths teacher, Ms. Srija. I sit beside her with my head hung low, tears still brimming in my eyes.
“But I want to know what you feel about all this. Who do you think is the reason?” She looks at me expectantly. Her eyes bore into mine and I feel I need to say something, or she will take offence. But I am still dubious.
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