Sasha's surprised gaze lingered on Michael's hand before she stammered, "You're back."
I replied listlessly, "Yes, we're back."
Michael glared at Sasha and said, "You're involved in this. Just you wait."
Sasha said, "It's not my fault. I told her not to run away."
I didn't want to implicate innocent people anymore. "It's not Sasha's fault. I wanted to go home."
"How dare you say that?" Michael shouted at me and dragged me upstairs.
Sasha couldn't stand it any longer. She stepped forward and said, "Michael, don't be so fierce. It's not a big deal. Besides, Cecily wants to go home. Is there a need to go to that length? Don't be so strict with her. Everyone would be unhappy then."
Sasha's words hit my heart. I smiled gratefully at her.
Sasha replied with a smile.
