Chapter 17 Something's Not Right
- Layla
- Monday morning hits me like a ton of bricks. The sun is shining hot and heavy when I roll out of bed at nearly 10:00, blinking rapidly to adjust to the startling glare. I slept like the dead. No dreams fractured my mind last night but…
- I sit on the edge of the bed, dressed in a men’s shirt that smells like Dalton.