Lyla

“You hungry at all, Lyla?”

I tore my eyes away from the television, still swollen and irritated from how hard I’d been crying after Rashid had brought me up to bed. He’d laid with me for a while, comforting me to sleep until I succumbed to my dreamless void.

When I’d come to, Melanie had replaced him.

I shook my head at her, turning back to watch the TV, my mind empty and barely able to ...