Layla had always been told that she had her daddy's dark brown eyes that turned hazel in the sunlight or that she had the same freckles that he had spread out all over her cheeks like stars in the night sky. Her favorite thing was to hear how she had the same singing voice like him, a voice as smooth as water but makes ripples, could make the birds go silent and listen to her and could get the attention in any room with a single note.