~{INGRID'S POV}~
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"Tell me you didn't wipe her memory."
She hadn't even processed my presence yet before I threw that at her.
For a moment she gave me a blank look but as time stretched, it shifted to confusion.
"Can you talk about this tomorrow, Flare," my father advised.
"No, it has to be today and now," I firmly said.
I had woken them up from sleep but I wasn't bothered. I just wanted to know what she did to Ingrid.
"Did she tell you that?" She asked back.
"I asked a question, mother." I reminded her.
"Did you do it, Clarice?" My father asked her and she glanced at him with a soft gaze before looking back at me.
"I didn't wipe her memory."
"Don't lie to me," I warned.
"And why would I lie?"
"Well, you lied the first time," I reminded her.
"I didn't actually lie, I just gave a point," she explained herself but I narrowed my eyes at her.
