Nyla POV
"So this is a goodbye," Jenny asked with a crumpled face, her brows contoured downwards.
I patted her on the shoulder.
"I don't want to put you and Mama T in danger anymore, please understand. I need to take responsibility for my actions and stay far away so I won't put your life in danger."
"Nyla, nobody is asking you to leave, we have to stick together to deal with this."
"You know, you and Mama T were by my side when I was grieving, you gave me a shoulder to cry on, and I feel bad that you lost everything."
"It doesn't matter, Nyla," I shook my head away in disappointment.
"No, no, Jenny, everything matters. You lost everything, and I feel so bad about it. You lost the only business you got, and I feel like shit being responsible for that."