LAYLA
Sitting across from Del, I tried to quiet the raging mental storm but it couldn't go away. Carleton Antoine Morino.
That name, I have heard it before but where? The name sounded awfully familiar.
Del was staring at me when I looked up. He was waiting and I sensed it. He was waiting for me to ask, for me to say something that would cause a chain reaction. I was unsure of what to say. His name *that name* weighed a lot on my chest.
Even though I thought I had heard it before, the memories were so distant and out of my grasp. Why did my heart race each time I thought about it and why did it seem so important?
At last,t when I couldn't hold my questions any longer, I spoke barely raising my voice above a whisper.
"Del I've heard that name before, especially the name Antoine. I
