"Waaaah! Waaaaah!"
If there was ever a contest for the ugliest crying face, I think both Kang and Alexia would've given each other a tough competition for the crown.
Their faces were contorted into a matching, unsightly mess — eyes squeezed shut so much they practically disappeared, mouths wide open in wide rectangles, and enough snot bubbles to make me retch in disgust.
Kang's usually stoic jaw was quivering uncontrollably, while Alexia's tear ducts were working overtime to launch two streams of river down her cheeks. I was honestly worried she'd flood the entire space if she didn't stop soon.
"Where were you?!" she whined between sobs and hiccups. Before I could choke out anything close to a proper answer, she pounced and wrapped herself around my thigh. "Where were you, you asshole?!"
"Where was I? Where were you?! You know how worried I was, how many calls and texts I left you?" I lied as easily as I breathe.
