The Price Of Trust
she teased.
I laughed hard, unexpectedly and uncontrollably. For the first time in a long while, it wasn't the hollow laughter born of pain or betrayal but it was something pure filled with excitement. Tears pricked my eyes, blurring my vision, but these tears were different too. They weren’t from sorrow.
“Stop crying and laughing like that. You’ll make me cry,” Cindy huffed, rolling her eyes to mask her emotions. “Now hurry up. Pack, Myla. We don’t have time.”