Chapter 42 Layla
- Her face turns red as she pants and grips the couch with tiny fingers. Tiny gasps escape her lips as she struggles for air.
- “You’ll be fine, baby.”
- I dash to the medicine cabinet in the immaculate bathroom and scatter through, looking for an inhaler. My hands tremble over bottles and boxes. Seconds stretch into an agonizing eternity as I search the shelves. Panic threatens to overwhelm me as I imagine the worst.