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My heart raced as I stood up, holding my hands. “Amir,” I warned.

“What is Mom talking about, Preethi?” He asked. His eyes darting back and forth between me and my mother.

My mom followed me and made her way over to the exit. “I'm going to go check on dinner,” she excused herself, her eyes holding guilt as she mouthed, 'I'm sorry', behind my brother's back