Once the men left us as we hoped for, Amaya and I retreated to the kitchen to have a more private conversation between us women. They had slowly moved away from where we were, and I didn’t care if they were going to talk about the same thing as us. But I needed to speak with Amaya on this matter without my husband breathing down my neck.
All I want to know is how Leela is doing and coping. I have been talking to Amaya since I found out from Rowan, and a part of me is worried about her mental health. Even though I have yet to meet her, I felt a connection with her. I wasn’t sure which part of me feels so, but it’s like I should protect her.
I can relate to some parts of her trauma and wanted to be there for her. In short, I want to help. And I want to be the one to help her even if othe
