Lyla

We watched it ring and ring in his hands.

I could feel the tension budding in the air, a sour taste in my mouth making me wrinkle my face as Rashid's fingers tightened around the phone. Wanting to reach across the way and grab it out of his hands in order to toss it away from him so he didn't have to look at it any longer was a strong impulsion.

His parents calling was never a good sign, no matter how often either of us had ...