Chapter 29
“Play something for me on the piano,” Leila says. “Anything. Scales. Whatever you got so lost in this morning that you didn’t hear your phone when I called.”
“I’m sorry about that.” I can hardly tell her that I came up with the beginnings of a song I foolishly called “Leila”. It would only get her going even more. “I didn’t mean to scare you into thinking that…”
She briefly taps a hand to her chest. “In case you’re wondering what it will feel like for the ones left behind after you kill yourself, the people who care about you, I can and will give you a detailed description of that gut-wrenching horror later. You can count on it.”
Again, there’s so much to unpack from what she says. But I’m tired. And she asked me to play the piano. It feels like something I can hide behind f
