I saw Camila and felt disgust. It came fast and stayed. I did not want her here.
I sat propped against the bed. My body hurt in a deep, simple way. The hurt was honest. Camila was not.
She stood inside the door with a careful smile, hands folded like a student asking a favor.
“I came as soon as I heard," she said, low and sweet. “Olivia, I had no idea. If I had known, I would have rushed here in the night."
“You didn't," I said.
She flinched. “I'm sorry. For everything. Please let me make it right."
There was no way to make it right. There was only what had happened and the empty place it left.
Camila stepped closer. “You look so pale. Let me help." She poured water from the carafe. She held the glass like an offering. “Drink," she said. “Please. It will soothe your throat."
“I don
