Lyla

Waking up the next day to Rashid’s grave face sent me into a small panic attack that I ended up locking myself inside of my bathroom to deal with it while he got the rest of our stuff ready to head out.

I didn’t want to bother him with more of my head-shit, having seen him stressed way too much about the other things on his plate he had very little control over. It wasn’t fair of me to monopolize him with all of my problems when he had ...