Wendy giggled on the side, her malicious smile unmistakable, "Alright, let's forget about this. Just don't let it happen again."
Then he lowered his head, soothing the girl in his arms in gentle, soft tones. Once upon a time, he comforted and loved me the same way.
Even if I had just a minor scratch, he'd be anxious, vowing to find the best doctor to ensure I didn't scar. But now, with such a large wound on my arm, he acted like he didn't even see it.
He said, "Alright, stop crying. You're really bad at lying, aren't you? Who goes around constantly claiming allergies? Do I look that gullible?"
In that moment, my feet felt like they were filled with lead, unable to take a step.
"Oh, Kevin, you're so mean! You know I'm not that bright, yet you tease me," Wendy said in a coy, aggrieved voice, as Kevin patiently comforted her.
So, he knew all along. I had thought Kevin was fooled by Wendy, but I didn't expect that he knew everything. He knew she was faking allergies and even played along with her act.
I had been the only clown in this three-person game, with my hundreds of hysterical outbursts over the past two years becoming their shared inside joke.