Escapades with the so-called maid and the Doctor
"I'm sorry, your father is dead." The doctor's voice rang in Layla's head days after she heard the news. She could remember how she fell to the floor, wailing loudly.
Tears streamed down her face as the memories flowed through her head. What she wanted to avoid eventually did happen; all her effort was wasted.
Her eyes roamed through the big room she was in, the beautiful aesthetics of white furniture should put a smile on her face on a normal day, but she doubted that could ever happen.
The king-size bed in the middle of the room was beautiful with a red duvet spread on it. Before the death of her father, she'd dreamed of having something like this, and now that her wish came true, she hated it.
Her heart ached as she recal
