"Whatever we have to."
"You're faking sleep again."
"The one with you on the other side. And you're crying. And I can't open the door because my hands are made of glass." the coffin of andy and leyley
He wanted to believe her. He always wanted to believe her. "Whatever we have to
Leyley's expression didn't change, but the air got colder. "Mom's dead." the coffin of andy and leyley
Andy nodded. He always nodded.
The apartment had stopped smelling like death weeks ago. Now it just smelled like old tea, sweat, and the cloying sweetness of the preserves Leyley had been hoarding under her bed.