DianaLast night had fortunately been unwitnessed by anyone but me, Walter and Adam. Even in the glaring light of day, I was still shocked, wondering what force controlled my arm, making it act like that. The memory of what I had done kept playing and replaying like someone other than me had a remote controlling it. It interfered with my sleep to the point that I laid awake, staring at the stars I hung on the ceiling, trying to delete the footage. My brother decided to pity me by not saying anything about what happened, but Walter kept giving me a look that was weird for a dog. Because of it, I didn't let him sleep in my room. Luckily, my aunt hadn't asked what happened when she saw me standing in the kitchen, staring at my hands with my mouth wide open. She grabbed the lemon cake on the counter and cut a slice for herself. Somehow, through the fog in my mind, I heard her praising Nancy's baking, but at the same time, I couldn't hear her. Now, as I tried to leave for school in Marti
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