LAYLA.
The weight of Del Morino's words began to press down on my chest in the late afternoon.
Del had gotten me a new chamber and I had pease here.
I tried to distract myself by arranging books on the couch in different places and running my fingers along their spines
But nothing was able to divert me from our earlier discussion. Little shivers of confusion ran through my mind as his voice continued to echo.
I believed I understood the strain of living in his world and I felt really sorry for how unstable his life had been from the onset.
I shifted uneasily on the couch and flipped through a book, hardly reading the words. My gaze was constantly drawn to the window.
I exhaled and tried reading when I heard a knock. I quickly rushed there hoping it was Del but when I opened the
