I couldn’t close my mouth.
Dani sat across from me, his expression unreadable, while my mind struggled to process everything he had just said.
Layla was pushed off that rooftop?
Not an accident. Not a tragic fall.
Pushed.
By Isabella.
I wanted to laugh. I wanted to deny it. I wanted to say he was lying. But I couldn’t, because deep down, something about it made sense.
I had spent years believing that Layla’s fall had been a horrible, unexplainable accident.
The memory loss, the broken bones, the coma…it had all seemed like some cruel twist of fate.
But now, sitting here in my apartment, with Dani laying the truth out in front of me, everything was shifting.
And I didn’t know whether to scream or throw up.
I clenched my fists on my lap, my nails digging into my skin as I swallow
