Ezra's POV
Activities in the office went on in full swing as I sat in my chair, reviewing the latest reports. But of all the days, today seemed different; there was almost a metallic taste in the air, a sense of unsettling anticipation.
Layla's earlier report that morning had demanded my attention, not for the details she shared- which were important- but because of the very way, she seemed to carry herself with the topic: the uncharacteristic quiet resolve burning in her eyes and a sense of purpose that had made me admire her.
And when I finally noticed her standing at the threshold of the door with something almost like uncertainty written across her face, I became instantly alert. It was that look on her face again- the one she wore when withholding something; something heavy
