One week later…

“I’m not doing this for you. I’m doing this for her,” Aisha says as she glares at me.

“I know. I just want to make things right.”

She clenches her jaw like she’s trying not to curse me straight to hell. I wouldn’t blame her if she did. I already feel like complete shit, so anything she has to throw at me can’t possibly make me feel worse.

“She’s acting like someone died,” she says as she looks away. “She’s worse than when she lost both her grandparents. I don’t know how to pull her out of it.”

I was wrong when I thought I couldn’t feel...