I blink back the tears that have been threatening all day. If Vlad notices, he doesn’t show any sign. He just watches, somehow convincing me to keep talking with nothing but the open look in his eyes.
“Today, though, neither one of them even looked at me. To be fair, I don’t think Rob looked at anyone. But Mia? She just…” I shake my head. “She said something to me today that was just…”
My throat closes. Talking feels nice, but I’m not ready to talk about that part quite yet. I can still barely comprehend it.
“I just never imagined that there would be a day when we would look at each other like… like strangers,” I say. “Or even worse: enemies.”
Vlad says something, but I can’t quite make it out. I lean closer. “I’m sorry?”
He clears his throat and tries again. “Why?” he rasps.
“Why?”
