Misty
Ten minutes later, Lyla and Conner were back.
“Kel, can you make me some homemade cheese and pickle chips please,” Lyla asked.
“Anything for you,” he said.
I smiled. Gray said similar things to me.
I turned to Lyla, and we just stared at each other.
“You look different,” she said. “But the same too.”
“You do too. Your…” I gestured to her whole body.
“Like a hot air balloon,” she said, nodding.
I burst out laughing this time.
She smiled, tears coming to her eyes.
“I’ve missed you so much. I was so lost without you, you have no idea. I did horrible things to so many people. But they had it coming to them. I killed Domino. I tortured, I maimed.”
“Tell me it all,” I said, eager to hear.
She told me everything. The torture she had inflicted on my worse offenders. The wa
