Mia.

My heart raced in my chest as I sat at the dinner table, anxiously fidgeting with the napkin in my lap. The weight of my deceit weighed heavily on my conscience, and I couldn't shake the guilt that consumed me. I had lied to my dad, telling him I was going to a friend's house to work on a group project, but instead, I found myself sitting at Andrew's house, sharing a meal with his parents.

When Andrew first invited me, my anxiety soared. I knew his mom had a disapproving attitude towards me, and I couldn't shake the feeling that I was merely there to be judged and...