DOMINIC
Mila's body shook as I held her while she let out her emotions.
A few minutes passed before she eventually calmed down, and I let her go, staring at her red eyes and puffy cheeks.
She sniffed, wiping the remaining tears from her cheeks with the back of her palm. I dug my hand into my pants pocket, pulled out a handkerchief, and handed it to her.
She blew her nose noisily into it before murmuring, "Thank you."
"Are you okay?" I asked.
She nodded, then shook her head before looking at me. "I ruined your shirt."
"I don't care," I said, leading her back to the bed. She sat down, and I walked to the mini fridge in her room, took out a bottle of water, and handed it to her.
"Tell me everything," I said. "I want to know."
Mila froze, as though I had just asked the most impossible question. She looked at me, hesitating slightly before shaking her head.
