Chapter 122

      • Layla’s POV * * *
      • 5 Years Later * * *

The bathroom is quiet, save for the faint hum of the ventilation fan and the soft ticking of the timer on the counter. I sit on the edge of the tub, my hands clasped tightly in my lap, my stomach churning—not just from the nausea that’s plagued me...

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