DYER

I watch Aislyn’s back slowly retreat from the room until she shuts the door behind her.

Aila remains quiet in her seat and doesn't utter a word even after Aislyn leaves.

I search her face and notice signs of discomfort. “You don't have to feel bad about this. None of this is your fault.”

She doesn't look convinced as her face still has a sour expression.

“What is bothering you?” I ask.

She remains quiet and doesn't respond. Her expression stays the same which worries me ...