IVA
Shock hit me first, clean as it sliced right through whatever fog of sleep or alcohol still clung to me. But it twisted almost instantly into heavy, crushing guilt that punched the air straight out of my lungs.
My lips parted, then closed again, failing to find words. Wanda’s face crumpled, and she threw herself into my arms before I could react. She sobbed so hard her whole body shook against mine, and I held her stiffly as the words she'd cried out echoed like a hammer inside my skull.
Her plea carved through me like a hot blade: “He listens to you; please help me.”
Why?
If Lev had told her straight that he didn’t love her… if he had admitted he never had… then why did she want to stay? Why would she want to fight for something like that? She wouldn't unless Lala was right abo
