it back.
“Keep it,” I said.
“But I want to”
“Buy books,” I said. “Buy whatever you need for school. You can pay me back by never becoming like her.”
Lila cried. I pulled her into a hug and held on, not because everything was resolved or repaired or returned to what it had been before, but because this, the two of us on the floor in my small apartment above continue reading …