**Third person**
Once Layla got home, she allowed her tears to flow freely while she took off her clothes. The confrontation with Karen had pushed her to her breaking point. How naive of her to think that things would be different with Adam if they had s*x.
Slumping on the bed, she allowed her mind to reel with the events of the day.
Just then, her phone rang. It was the handwriting analyst.
“Good day, ma'am. The result is ready; you could come over and…”
Layla's eyes sparkled, and she wiped her tears off immediately. “Just tell me the results,” she sniffed, cutting him off.”
“The handwritings are a hundred percent match,” he revealed.
Layla’s jaw dropped. She stood up and paced to the door. “That's not possible,” she countered. “There's no way it's a hundred percent match.”
“I don
