"She's asleep."
"Is she okay?" Amira asked quickly, genuine worry slipping through her panic. "I heard something happened at the hospital." Julian glanced toward Amara, sleeping weakly on the bed.
"She's fine." The answer was short. Protective. Amira closed her eyes briefly in relief before the reality of her own situation crashed back over her. "Julian…" Her voice cracked this time. "I'm in trouble."
That finally caught his full attention. "What happened?" Amira let out a shaky breath. "The police think I killed her." Silence. Even Julian's expression changed slightly at the words.
"They have footage of us arguing that night," she continued quickly. "I swear I didn't kill her, Julian. I didn't." For the first time in a very long time, Amira sounded genuinely terrified.
