Lola
I didn’t know what to do.
I simply didn’t know what to do.
That night I stayed up in my apartment, in shock. I didn’t even know how to react to Sara. She was my closest friend, but I knew that some part of me blamed her for allowing Macy to be taken away. But however true that might be, I knew that it wasn’t Sara’s fault, wasn’t Sebastien’s, either. He stood guard all night while we sat on the sofa together, and I frantically wondered what to do.
“I’m gonna help you, sweetheart,” said Sara, and I believed her. But as the hours dragged on, I realized I was exhausted, stressed and tired.
“Macy,” I said, as if to no one. “Where are you?”
I burst into tears, and that night I cried myself to sleep in Sara’s arms.
In the morning, I woke up. I checked the clock: it was just after seve
