“I know you, Sienna. And I know how your mind works. You are in love with Drago, but you’d rather keep lying to yourself than admit it.”
My body tenses. A sense of foreboding washes over me, starting in the pit of my stomach and then spreading through the rest of my system until I fear it’s going to swallow me whole. “No,” I choke out.
“He’s not going to die, Sienna.”
I bury my face into the pillow to stifle a whimper. She doesn’t understand.
“What happened to our parents was never your fault. Neither is what happened to me. You need to stop believing that everyone close to you will end up dead or hurt, sweetie.”
“I need to go,” I mumble into the pillow. “I’ll call you tomorrow.”
“Sienna, please—”
I end the call, turn on silent mode, and slide the phone under the pillow.
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