37. Lost in translation

The air was tense, as we all waited, sitting around the table, for the queen of all our problems, I mean, the queen of blah blah blah. Okay, okay, I should stop.

I glanced at Mia, and my lips instantly turned down in a frown. Her face was blank, but, I could detect the solemnity in her eyes. Slowly, my hand slithered towards her under the table, and I squeezed her fingers.