10 Leah
“You have over a hundred stitches, Leah, what were you thinking? What were you trying to do? You could’ve killed yourself tonight.” Leah’s mother, Dianne, stood over Leah as she lay in the hospital bed, holding her bandaged arm, eyes straight ahead. She didn’t answer her mother’s questions. She didn’t speak. She didn’t blink. She just starred forward. “Leah, what is this about? Talk to me. It’s no doctors or nurses here; it’s just you and me.”
Leah’s eyeballs rolled over to her mother. “Where’s is he, though? Why are you standing there and not Jayceon?”
Dianne hesitated. “He...”
“He what, Mama?”
“Look, I asked him for a few minutes alone with you so you can tell me why you did this. It’s about you right now, Leah...this has nothing to do with Jayceon.”
Leah’s teeth gritted to
