Chapter Seventy-Six

“It’s mostly about the funeral preparations, yes. But what happens after is for after. You don’t need to think about that now.” Ziza turned them down the hallway after exiting the lift and headed for Aliyah’s room. “What you need to do now is rest.’

A little while later, when Ziza was helping her get back into bed, Aliyah ceased her wrist in a firm grip. Stopping her in her tracks as she was pulling the covers over her legs and causing Ziza to give her a questioning frown.

“Why?” Aliyah asked. “Why are you still here?”

As Aliyah stared her down, that’s when her questions made sense. Ziza paused and licked her lips as she thought it over for a second.

“Why do you think I’m here?” She asked.

Aliyah shrugged before lifting her chin and looking her dead in the eye. “Honestly?”

Ziza nodded.

“I think you’re doing all this to prove a point.” Aliyah twisted her face away to stare at nothing outside her window as she spoke. “To show that you’re somehow better than me.”