“No,” I whisper. “I can’t …”
I look up at Sloane and she looks down at me with the sorriest eyes. A tear slides down her face. I turn back to Ainsley and her head begins to twitch, jerky little nods. The sight makes my stomach hurt. I gently ease her back on the ground and I don’t recognize her anymore. She looks smaller than she already is, like she’s not wearing her body right.