What did you do?” “You sound like my mother,” I accused Lila, taking a seat behind her desk. “How was your week?” Lila questioned cautiously, taking the seat I should have taken. “It was amazing. Everything is great. I was going to tell you about the competitions this visit. How Gia and me used to rule the roost around school. Even with the teachers,” I began voluntarily. “We’re not discussing Gia today. Tell me about your week. What’s his name?” “It’s Colton. All right? Geesh.” “The Colton from work?” “Yes. That one.” “Did you talk? Does he know things?” “Things like what, Lila? Things about me being crazy and seeing shit that’s not really there? I don’t want to talk about Colton. Colton and I are fine.” “For now.
