DEL MORINO
The weight of our unsaid words made the silence linger.
As her eyes scanned the document I had thrown at her, Layla continued to hold another sheets in her hands.
At first ,she didn't say anything but I could sense that she was quietly staring me.
I cleared my throat and poured myself a glass of vodka.
"What did you mean when you said your father despised you?"she asked with a softer almost hesitant tone
I looked out the window and away from her.
I didn't want to look at her while I was speaking—not right now, not with everything I was going to say.
"You shouldn't mind." I said softly trying to end the discussion. But she refused to let it go.
She stepped closer .
" I do mind ." She said with a quiet sincerity in her voice that surprised me. " I want to underst
