Chapter 159

LAYLA'S POV

The air is crisp on the back porch. Clean. Cool. Unforgiving in that way early morning air can be when you’re not sure who you are anymore.

I’m wearing one of his shirts underneath the hoodie he'd bought, sleeves hanging past my fingers, fabric brushing the tops of my thighs.

I stare out...

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