Katrina
Leo rubbed his forehead and then handed me the phone. His eyes were wary as he glanced between me and the receiver as if it were a person. He turned to leave but then thought better of it, striding back to me and placing a long kiss on the top of my head as if he were trying to convince me of something.
I smiled at him as he backed out, but his worried expression sliced through me.
"Maya?" I asked when the door was closed.
"Holy f,uck it's really you—" she c,hoked off. "I was worried, I mean—"
"I'm okay, are you?" I asked, almost tripping over my words.
"Better than you, I'm sure."
I chewed my lip, tears welling for so many reasons. "It's not so bad here," I whispered, thinking of the art studio.
She snorted. "Does your cell have extra hay?" she asked, but there was a worri
