Leila stopped in her tracks, fingers grasping more tightly at the fabric. Could she have possibly misheard him? What was he talking about? They were long past daydreaming about the lives they didn’t lead - however she felt, Leila had at least accepted the way the chips had fallen. She knew there were things she couldn't change. So what could he change for her?
“What do you mean?” She said warily, refusing to meet his eyes in case they betrayed her with a stupid flash of hope.
“What do you mean?” She said warily, refusing to meet his eyes in case they betrayed her with a stupid flash of hope.
