LAYLA
The packhouse was too still and too silent. It seemed as though the world outside was very different from the suffering I was experiencing within, even though I could hear the maids working below, the kitchen staff getting ready to serve breakfast to everyone. I couldn’t get rid of the sensation that something had changed.
I had lost my baby and Adrian was gone and I couldn't stop blaming myself though. I didn't want to think about anything, but somehow I found myself going down memory lane, my head swirling with thoughts I should have avoided
I squeezed the tears that had I had resisted from falling earlier out of my eyes and closed my eyes briefly.I had lost my baby, it was the only thing that had connected me and Drake but I had wished everyday to see my child. And now, I wo
