"Run away?" Myra gasped in surprise, "I wouldn't know where to go."
Sierra was about to make a suggestion. She bit her tongue instead and fell silent as she poured them a cup of tea each.
Myra glanced over to Sierra. Her friend always seemed to have something on her mind all the time. She did not know what it was but she wished she could help her lighten the load after all that Sierra had done for her.
"What's on your mind, Sierra?" She asked, hoping to help
Sierra blew on the cup of hot tea in her hands. She looked over to Myra, who was eagerly waiting for her reply.
"It's… it's nothing," she brushed it off with a smile.
Myra wasn't about to let it go so easily. She placed her hand on Sierra's, stopping her from picking up the sandwich.
"It's definitely not nothing," she said, "Sierra, you know you can trust me, right? Whatever it is, I'll carry it to the grave if need be."
