LAYLA
The silence hung over me like a thick mist as I looked around the room. He had left very early in the morning.
Because he disliked leaving anything undone, he must have left early to supervise pack matters. I felt a pang in my chest and guilt.
He was doing too much already and needed rest so he doesn't break down but Del was stubborn.
I secretly hoped that I could relieve him of some of his troubles even if only temporarily. With gentle footsteps on the floor, my maids entered as the door softly opened. They bowed and began arranging the table to set breakfast for me.
After everything that had happened, the delicate arrangements, the fine china and the little luxuries that had once been so reassuring now seemed far away.
“Good morning, Luna Layla,” one of the maids, Anna said
