Sierra was sitting on the couch, papers neatly stacked on the low table as she reviewed the syllabus, diligently preparing her notes and examples for her next classes. She heard the door opening slightly and a second later, saw Ileana walking in slowly, looking completely disheveled and on the verge of breaking down.
She worriedly shoved the papers away and sprang to her feet, worriedly rushing to her, holding her cheek gently, pressing the back of her hand on her forehead, staring at her puffy eyes, "Wh—what happened? Are you sick? Are you hurt?" She wasn't even looking at her in the eye.
Ileana embraced her tightly then. Sierra was scared now as she held her tighter, stroking her back soothingly, "It's alright, sweetheart. I'm here. You can tell me everything. God, you're really making
