“Okay.”
Quickly closing the blinds in the kitchen, I head to the living room to pull the heavy curtains over the windows there and rush back. Asya hasn’t moved, but now she’s staring at the floor.
“I’m sorry,” she mumbles and looks up at me with watery eyes.
I crouch in front of her and cup her face between my palms. “You have nothing to be sorry for.”
“I’m such a spineless person,” she says and presses her lips tightly together.
I lean forward until my face is only inches from hers. “You’re reacting because of the reminders. Your mind is being triggered by various things, but it doesn’t mean you’re weak. Do you understand?”
She sighs and closes her eyes. Something breaks inside me to see her so defeated. I grit my teeth. I need to stay calm for Asya’s sake now, but eventually,
