Sisse. It was the first time his voice had said her name since Sloane's death, her heart leapt uncertainly at the sound of it and his soft words brought her eyes to his own. If only they were true. She swallowed, mutely. Unsure of how exactly to phrase that it wasn't actually okay to not be okay. That she had to hold it together not just for him so he didn't think her a little girl, but also for her friends and her family. She'd lost a friend the last time she hadn't been okay. Lester had walked away from her pain then. The pain that went so much deeper than her wrist.

She just nodded in response when he told her he'd go find Calla's mother. Mrs. Potts would know what to do and she'd be able to let her shield down, to give in a little to Mrs. Potts the way she couldn't with Alvin, or her friends, or her family. When had life become so complicated? When had she found herself hating and loving someone at the same time? When had her dreams got so twisted up in reality that she couldn't see what to do or how to be without a smile and a ready lie on her lips?