Layla's pov
It was supposed to be a quick trip. I just needed to grab a few things from the superstore—some fruits, milk, and bread. Nothing complicated. Damian had offered to come with me, but I told him I could manage. Still, he insisted, saying he needed fresh air. I didn’t argue too much. Deep down, a part of me liked having him close.
The store was a little crowded, people pushing carts, kids running around, announcements echoing over the speakers. Damian parked the car and said he’d wait outside for a bit, make a call or something. I nodded and walked in alone, thinking it was just another normal errand.
But nothing about that afternoon turned out normal.
As I reached for a pack of strawberries, I felt something behind me—a presence. I turned slowly, and my heart dropped.
Mark.
