EXPOSED

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I walk into the living room

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I walk into the living room. Travis sits down and clutches his hands as he leans over a big craft envelope.

Rebecca gets up as soon as she sees me, "Jane, please come and sit down."

Just in her tone of voice, I know something is wrong. Have they found out about my stalker and blackmailer?

"I prefer to stand," I say and camp in my position.

Travis decides to tackle the subject," Jane."

It's dreadful; he never calls me Jane unless he has something awful to announce.

"Do you know who Kim Tae Won is?"

"The singer?"

I give it my best shot.

Rebecca gives me one of her crunchy crisped smiles, "no, Jane Kim Tae Won, the man we found you in the pool with a few weeks ago."

"Yes, he's my boyfriend, a student at SNU law, and a former swimmer."

"Jane, is that all you know about him?" Travis asks while throwing a gaze in Rebbecca's direction.

I grimace, "why, do I need to know more?"

Rebecca glances back at Travis and starts to take steps towards me.

"Jane, I'm going to ask you something, and I want you to accept without asking any questions. Do you think you can do that?"

I step back, "what do you want?"

"Jane, honey, I, I mean, we want you to stop seeing this man."

Defense mode on.

"Why?"

They know.

"You can't be in a relationship with that man."

They know.

"Why?" My gaze keeps going back and forth between them as I attempt to read through their poker faces.

"Jane, please."

"Come on, Rebecca, tell her. Do you sincerely believe she'll accept to do it without knowing why she shouldn't see the man again?"

"How did you meet him?" Rebecca asks.

"He's my tutor."

Simple and efficient.

"Good God, weㅡ."

I avoid explaining that I met him before. At this moment, it's preferable to leave them to be consumed by the guilt of having brought Tae Won into my life.

Rebecca looks at the ceiling. It's the second time my mother loses feet in the situation; she pats her lips. I know what she's going to say, I want to run, but it's one of those moments where your feet stay glued.

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