Rashid
Lyla looked as beautiful as ever, standing there in her untied sweats and an oversized t-shirt that showed only the hints of the round belly hidden underneath. She had a jacket thrown over with the front of it unzipped that she'd seemed to have pulled over herself in a hurry. Her long hair had been pulled away from her face, half-tied messily with pieces of it framing her face.
Her eyes were wide, staring at me in surprise while her hand rested on the side of the door frame to steady herself.
“What are you doing here?" Her voice was barely above a whisper.
My knuckles stung when I flexed my hands in my lap, the cuts have already scabbed over while I'd been sitting in jail. No one had given me anything to clean my hands with, but I suspected that was more out of lack of supplie
