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 s**t, 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 any worse. “I’m going to fix this. I know I can.”
Aisha drops the basket of food on the ground at my feet and turns to give me her back. She starts to walk away, but before she does she stops and lets out a long sigh.
“You better. Or I
