Isla lingers at the doorway for a moment longer with that melancholy distance in her eyes. I wobble over and sink onto the bed, not trusting my legs all of the sudden. Every cell in my body is screaming at me to go after her, but I know she needs time to decompress. Chasing her down and forcing her to talk to me will just build resentment that might last forever.
So I sit, useless and agitated. I’m quiet for a while as I try to steady my breathing. Then I hear a rustle at the door. I look up to see Emma standing at the threshold with a gold necklace dangling from her fingertips.
“I was just seeing if you wanted to wear this,” she says quietly.
I nod. “Thanks. You heard?”
“Yeah,” she sighs. “I heard.”
“I’m failing her, Em,” I whisper. “I don’t even know what to say. She told me she thi
