The boy’s smile faded. “My brother’s.”
Miki Mihama always knew when someone was lying. miki mihama
She’d lived with it since childhood. When her father said, “I’ll be home for dinner,” and the click came, she’d already started making herself a sandwich. When a classmate whispered, “You look great today,” the click told her they’d been laughing at her crooked bangs just seconds earlier. The boy’s smile faded