CHAPTER FORTY-SIX
AUTHOR'S POV
Roxanne searched from one face to another, trying to comprehend the situation at hand. Did Dera just reference her mom? Or was her ear ringing wrong signals to her brain? Her lips began to twitch desperately, afraid of the unknown.
"What do you mean by prostitute mother?" She shouted wildly, making herself the center of attention.
Did Dera perchance hold a vital information about her birth mom? She thought deeply
Her face wrinkled in confused fear as Dera gave no reply
"Dera, what do you mean?" She asked shakily, wishing to hear the full story despite the eager audience that surrounded the scene.
"I meant just what I said" Dera batted her lashes furiously
Roxanne needed more explanation. She couldn't just satisfy herself on the vague reply Dera provided.
"Like... I..wish...to know the truth"
