Layla's POV
I took the folder with me back to the bed room. It felt like a curse sitting in my hands because it made my hands shake so much that I almost dropped it at the hall way.
My knees were weary at the time I got to the room.
I gave another look at the folder as though I expected my name to disappear this time but it was still there, my own name, written in black ink. It looked like a nightmare.
Sleep completely deserted me that night. I left the files spread out beside me while I sat at the edge of the bed.
I clutched my phone in my palm in a mix of fear, shock and confusion.
I finally decided I needed to dial Viktor. I dialed him again and again but every call went straight to voicemail.
"Oh Viktor...." I whispered, my voice broke. "Just come home and tell me you know th
