Third person’s POV
Milton drove with the calm focus of someone trying very hard not to get distracted by the chatter behind him. Drew sat in the passenger seat, stiff as a soldier, glancing back every few seconds to check on Layla.
Naomi and Layla, however, were in their own world.
Naomi leaned forward between the front seats. “Start talking, everything, I want the full gist. Every single thing I missed. All the drama, all the details, all the…”
“Naomi,” Layla laughed weakly, resting her head on the seat. “Let me breathe first. I’ll tell you everything when we settle in.”
“I have been gone for months, Layla. Months.” Naomi clutched her chest dramatically. “Do you know how many nights I cried? I cried so much that I think my tear glands relocated.”
Milton choked on laughter but covere
