Zelda takes hold of my hand and drags me off to one of the practice rooms, a determined look on her face.
"If you"re going to try and get me to cheer up, it"s not going to work," I grumble.
"I wouldn"t waste my time like that," she responds. "Sit." She points to one of the benches.
I watch her curiously as she pulls what looks like a child"s toy out of her bag. Even through the sadness, I feel a twinge of curiosity about what it is and why she"s brought me here to look at it.
"I know you"re upset about Mila right now, but Emmy is going to see her tonight."
I perk up. "She is?"
Zelda nods. "She doesn"t know how Mila is going to respond, so don"t get your hopes up too much, but you might be able to see her by the end of the week."
"I might?" A small amount of the haze hanging over me
