CHAPTER 59
Third-person POV
Layla Al-Mansoor stood in her room, staring gloomily out of one of the large arched windows. In the distance, a mother duck and her children were playing around on the small lake that had always been a form of therapy for her when she was younger. As a child, she never went a day without visiting the lake to feed the ducks. Even on days she was sick or too occupied, she would squeeze time out to continue what had been like a ritual for her.
Now, as an adult, she couldn't remember the last time she had visited the lake. Maybe a few years. A light breeze blew across, tossing her hair and caressing her face. Layla’s eyes were on the ducks in the lake, but her mind was not present. In the last few days, she'd been thinking about her life, trying to imagine what i
