"What are you doing here, Layla?" Miss B panicked and I noticed the rest of the audience surrounding us had the same expression on their faces.
Miss B knew her…
The girl addressed as Layla only scooted closer to me as she looked at her fingers before intertwining them.
We had spent the night in a very small space left in the hallway. It wasn't ideal to go back to Henry who was snoring his life problems, at least not with someone who was traumatized. She looked like a very shy person and her hair did a good job of shielding her face from the intense gaze around us.
"Miss B__
"Elias, if you know what's best for you, tell her to leave right now," Henry warned.
"No," I heard her voice for the first time as she gripped my palm tight.
"Please don't send me away, please," She stared at me
