Laila was still talking on the other end of the line and I found myself “mhm”-ing her to death. She didn’t seem to notice and before I knew it Trevor was calling and she was hanging up.

I gently put my phone down on my bed. I placed my fingers over top of it as if I was calling for secrets to come out. I zoned out thinking of the differences between Laila and I. She was my best friend who took a risk and moved across country. I was a mediocre journalist trying to make it in a sea ...