Emily’s POV
“Layla... Layla,” I said, my voice laden with agitation.
“Hey Ems, are you okay? You don’t sound good,” Layla’s voice on the other end brought me instant relief.
“I should be asking you that question. Are you okay, Layla?” I inquired.
“Ems, what’s going on?” Her concern was palpable.
“I just need to know that you’re okay,” I insisted.
“Of course, I am,” Layla reassured me.
“Have you noticed anything strange?” I pressed further.
“Strange? Ems, I feel scared. What’s really going on? Because I’m fine,” Layla replied, her voice tinged with worry.
“Good. That’s all I want to hear. Just be careful, and always lock the door when you’re home,” I advised, cutting off any further protests from Layla.
“I’ll fix this, I will keep you safe, I promise,” I declared before ending the
