AMIRA
I have been walking in circles around this living room, my nerves on edge, unable to find it within myself to sit still. The anxiety is eating at me because I am completely at a loss for how I am going to break this piece of news to Ciara without causing her to lose her cool.
The very thought of leaving her alone, especially after everything she's endured and the fact that she chose to stay with me to support me rather than being with her own family, is something I absolutely hate.
As I continued my restless pacing, Ciara glanced up at me, pausing with the red nail polish bottle held in her hand. She raised an eyebrow."Did you do something bad?"
I came to an abrupt halt and blinked at her, feeling caught off guard by her question. "Of course not," I blurted out, the words escapi
