When she reached,the door was half open.
Inside, her father sat behind his desk reading something with his glasses perched low on his nose.
Layla knocked softly.
“Dad?”
He looked up immediately and his entire face softened.
“Layla.”
She stepped inside.
“Hi dad.”
Her father stood and pulled her into a quick hug.
“Good to see you home.”
“Same dad.”
He studied her face for a moment.
“You look alright.”
“I am.”
“Chloe’s house?”
Layla nodded carefully.
“Yes.”
Her father didn’t push further,instead he smiled slightly.
“Good.”
Layla leaned against the desk.
“What are you working on?”
“Just paperwork.”
“You always say that.”
“Because it’s always true.”
She laughed softly as they talked for a few minutes about small things.
After a while, Layla stretched.
“Dad,I’m going to
