Allegra.
Was this it? Was Layla going to confess that she didn’t love me anymore? I felt tears well up and begin pouring down my cheeks. My formerly joyous mood evaporated in an instant, fading into nothing.
My heart clenched, and I sniffled, though I tried to sound all choked up in what I said next. “I’m listening,” I whispered. A few strands of hair fell into my face that I didn’t bother to move away. I clenched my fist, waiting for her to say something. Anything.
The pause she gave felt like hours. Finally, she broke the silence and said, “Allegra… I… I’ve been lying.” There it was. She was going to say she didn’t actually love me. I gave a choked sob, something she probably heard.
At this point, I didn’t care. My life would carry on, but my heart would be gray. This was terrible. Layla said, “No, no, Allegra, I… I still love you. Deeply. But I gave them information, okay. I misunderstood. They lied to me.”
