Layla's POV
"That has to be the longest page in the history of books."
Charlotte's voice pulled me out of my thoughts.
I blinked and looked down.
The same page stared back at me.
The same paragraph.
The same sentence I had been pretending to read for the past five minutes.
"What's wrong with you?" she asked, narrowing her eyes.
"Nothing."
The answer came way too quickly.
Which basically meant something.
I was sitting on Charlotte's bed with a book in my hands, but reading was the last thing happening.
Why I was pretending otherwise?
Honestly, I had no idea.
Maybe because admitting I wasn't focused meant admitting what was actually distracting me.
And I wasn't ready for that.
Ken had gone to get us food, leaving just Charlotte and me.
Which apparently meant I had no excuse
