“Dr. Amato is sooo nice.” “Simply delightful,” I said dryly. “Do you like her more than me? She’s really pretty.” I huffed, running my hand through my hair. “Go to sleep, Sofiya.” “Wait, but do you?” she asked, lunging forward to grab my hand. I sighed. “No, tesoro. I don’t like her more than you. Now goodnight.” I forced myself out of her room, pushing down the tiny voice that told me I should have stayed.
