Riya's Rebirth
she snapped.
Once again, I didn’t understand why she was so bothered. Still, I bathed, dressed, and let Susan carefully wrap the scarf around my head.
Later, I joined everyone for dinner, forcing myself not to adjust it.
I could practically smell Silver’s fear. She sat beside me, fidgeting, her fingers twitching. She was uncomfortable, and it showed.
Her food sat untouched. I placed my hand on her thigh, rubbing it gently. She nodded and forced a smile, but it was brittle. Anyone could see something was wrong.