An hour later, I lay on my bed with my eyes shut, trying to sleep. Laila lay on one side of me, Constantino on the other. Neither of them had said anything for the past sixty minutes, and for a while, I thought Laila had passed out.
But then I heard her sniffle.
I swallowed hard, not wanting to disrupt her and make her even sadder. Part of me wanted to comfort her, but after what had happened with Bethany today, I just wanted to find some rest. We could talk tomorrow.
“Please don’t leave me,” Laila whispered suddenly, clutching on to me tighter and stiffening the way I did when I tried to bite back a sob. “I’m sorry if I did s-something wrong. It won’t happen again.”
My chest tightened. Is she talking to me?
Is she talking to me?“She’s not going to leave you, doll,” Constantino said s
