The next morning,Layla woke up with a dull, throbbing ache behind her eyes.
For a moment, she didn’t remember why.
The ceiling above her looked the same as familiar to her,then the memory rushed back.
Dinner.
The threat.
One week.
Her stomach tightened.She pushed herself upright slowly, pressing her fingers to her temples. Her head felt heavy, like she hadn’t slept at all. When she glanced at the clock, it was earlier than usual.
She reached for her phone hesitantly which lay beside her pillow.
The screen lit up and notifications flooded her vision.
Missed calls: 7 from Chloe.
Messages: 14 from Chloe.
Missed calls: 3 from an unknown number.
Two unread texts from him.
Her heart skipped.
Chloe’s messages came first.
Layla, did you get home safe?
Are you okay?
Call me immedi
