I saw Winnter was crying, even though she was trying so hard to hide it. There were so many questions that were running through my head right now and to be honest I was getting more and more confused. How could Summer, who—she said—was dead, suddenly was here at this moment and she looked weel yeah normal like any other normal human being. She was not having any disability, she didn't seem to be neurodivergent, or even lacking in any single thing of a normal human being, in my opinion.
All my beliefs in my prejudices seemed to be collapsing one by one. The guilt for having suspected that Winter might 'have done something wrong, made me feel so guilty. I could only stare blankly at the teacup that was right in front of me.
"I'm getting more and more confused about what happened," I mumbled. "Everything seems so complicated and confusing to me, that I don't know what's right and what's wrong anymore." My voice sounded like someone that had given up.
