Kaira's POV

It was Camille and Jason, waving at us with smiles on their faces.

"They’re your friends, right?" he asked, turning from them to look at me.

They were standing across from the café, probably on their way to my place when they noticed me. Just as they were about to cross the road, a car sped past, forcing them to stop and wait.

I couldn’t wave back. I was too weak to even fake a smile, which was unlike me.

"Can you do me a favor, Kaira?" he asked softly.

Weakly, I tilted ...