Leila's POV
The moment I stepped outside, the cold air slapped me across the face.
Hard. Sharp. Sobering.
I didn't care.
I kept walking, no, running until my heels sank into the dirt near the stables. The smell of hay, leather, and earth wrapped around me.
I finally collapsed against one of the wooden beams, burying my face in my hands. The tears came hot and fast. Ugly sobs tore through me.
Marisol. My mother. The woman who gave me life but took everything else.
The family's laughter still echoed in my ears, their disgusted comments replaying like a cruel chorus. Worthless junkies. Rats.
I didn't blame them, Marisol has been nothing but a disgrace since she snorted her first coke. I made her go for rehab but she ended up shacking up with the cleaner guy for meth. Then I gave up a
