I could sense her anxiety in bringing this matter up. Maybe it was purely selfish of me. And it was—indeed. But I had to know.
We were sitting on the bed in the bedroom. I held her hands to assure her. They were so cold, freezing. And as she looked up at me with an unfocused gaze, I knew she wasn’t looking at me anymore. She had already entered a dark area in her head. And it seemed like a very deep hole—I didn’t realize back then that it would drag us both down into it.
“Her name was Liana. She was the only friend I had… or I thought I had,” she said, her voice as cold as ice.
I didn’t think she would tell the same story again—that girl’s story she had repeated over and over. I thought she would finally open up and tell the truth. I was so disappointed.
I opened my mouth to tell her I
