Nyla
I couldn’t stop crying.
The moment Ezekiel left, actually chased out by my own brother, the tears just wouldn’t stop. Garrett had been so angry, so betrayed. He had yelled at Ezekiel, told him their friendship was over, and practically pushed him out the door. I had never seen him like that before. And now, the house felt colder than ever.
I curled up on my bed, hugging my knees to my chest, sobbing into my pillow. My phone was in my hand. I didn’t even think twice before calling Susie.
She answered on the second ring. “Nyla? What’s wrong?”
I could barely speak through my tears. “Susie… can you come over? Please?”
“I’m on my way,” she said without hesitation. “Just hold on, okay?”
About twenty minutes later, there was a knock on my bedroom door. I jumped off the bed and rushed
