Luna Olive smiled, her pearly white teeth in full display as Layla walked into the private ward. The latter didn’t want to be here. She felt choked by the smell of drugs mixed with the lavender scented candles, but she masked it all behind a faux smile as she took steps towards her bed.
“Layla,” Olive was beyond glad to see her adopted daughter. She loved her so much more than words could explain.
When Olive’s only daughter got kidnapped twenty years ago, she was devastated and slipped into depression but the day she set her eyes on Layla; a four year old blonde with piercing ocean blue eyes, it felt as though her daughter had returned to her but in another form.
“Mother,” Layla sat in the chair beside her bed, taking Olive’s hands in hers and caressing softly. She came here wit
