I'm pacing around the living room, the bruise on my hand nothing compared to the throbbing in my head—I'm thinking about Leilani and the call. The silence in the room is heavy, broken only by the ticking clock and my beating heart.
"Oh my god will you sit down? You're making all of us nervous," Manon snaps from the kitchen, but even as she says that, she hasn't touched the food I had delivered thirty minutes ago. Even her boyfriend—still sounds gross—hasn't eaten anything yet.
The sound of the front door opening suddenly draws our attention, Leilani stepping in the next moment, heels silently clicking on the tiles. I don't think before I head in her direction. Manon and Chester follow behind me, their faces serious but hopeful.
"So, how is she?" Manon asks as I assist Lei with her bag and lead her to the couch. A pang of guilt hits me at the sight of her.
