Leila’s POV:
Trapped in my misery, I hear the bell ring with dim ears but don’t uncurl from my almost fetal position on the toilet, the tears still coursing down my cheeks and soaking into my leggings where my head had been resting on my knees. Tremors wrack me from head to toe, but I manage to keep most of them inside by tightening my grip around my knees.
The door opens, and I sniff once, holding my breath in case Lou comes to jeer at me about how she plans to destroy me again. Luna tenses herself in my head to see if our current nemesis in proximity comes to attack, but that’s not the voice I hear. “Lei?” Lux’s soft voice carries easily but neither Luna nor I make a move to go to her. “Leila?” She tries again but we still don’t respond. Eventually, after a few seconds of extended sile
