SASHA.
I was exhausted.
Not because I had any chore to do, but because I had spent the entire day dealing with Lois and Nicola. And right now, I'm out of ideas of what to do. How to act, or even the correct thing to say.
But then again, they were here to keep me company. And while I do appreciate the thought and the gesture, I wish they'd just…go.
I wish Bello would get back home.
“I'll bring my dolls with me the next time I'm visiting. I hope you are a better babysitter than Mama.” Nicola was saying, playing with my hair. Or, like she insisted, making it.
Lois had tried to dissuade me from agreeing. But I couldn't look at the little girl and say no when she had so sweetly asked if she could do my hair.
Even though I knew she couldn't.
So, here I was sitting on the titled floor, wh
