Layla’s POV
The air outside was crisp. His car was parked across the street--- sleek and dark. The kind of car that doesn't shout money until you contact the company to make findings.
Caleb opened the door for me with an effortless gesture.
Immediately the engine hummed to life, a very familiar tune filled the car.
‘Fleetwood Mac's "Dreams.’ played.
My heartbeat skipped. "You—how did you —"
He chuckled. "You like?"
"Hell yes! My absolute favourite." I said in profound excitement.
"Lucky guess. Everyone likes Fleetwood Mac, don't they?"
“I guess” I responded quickly I returned attention to the music.
Dream was one song I had as my only surviving memory after the accident. I'd listen to it repeatedly singing the part that said " like a heartbeat drives you mad... in the stillnes
