The door clicked shut behind the woman.
I watched Lila's knuckles tighten.
Then it was just us.
Just me and her.
The room felt smaller without anyone else in it. The air thicker. My throat closed up before I could stop it. Tears burned behind my eyes no matter how hard I tried to keep them back.
"L—Lila, I—"
She moved.
Fast.
I barely had time to react before she slammed me into the wall. The back of my head hit concrete. Pain rang through my skull.
Her hand shot up and grabbed my face, fingers digging into my jaw. She forced my head still.
I looked at her through blurred vision, trying to read anything—anger, relief, hatred.
Nothing.
She was unreadable.
She tilted my head to one side despite my resistance. Then to the other. Studying me like I was something she found on the street.
Her eyes widened just slightly.
"You smell like her."
My pulse spiked.
