Dahlia hides her face against my shirt, dampening the material with her tears. You still care about her. Mierda. I’m not given more than a second to process the thought before Dahlia speaks up again. She sniffles. “This is all so stupid.” I stalk toward the exit. “What is?” “Breaking my arm like this.” “How did it happen?” I walk toward the stairwell while doing my best to keep her steady. “I had a run-in with a spider.” “A spider?” “I know what you’re thinking. But that beast was the size of a tarantula and had a set of fangs like a snake.”
