'Impossible.'
After leaving the umbrella at Damian's front door, Layla had hidden in the garden and watched Frank pick it up with her own eyes. Only then had she left.
'How could Damian claim he didn't get it?'
Layla: It's at your front door.
Damian: That's your attitude? Returning staff without even showing your face?
Layla truly didn't want to see Damian again. She had put their past behind long ago, but perhaps because they had been meeting too frequently lately, memories of him kept surfacing without warning.
To keep herself from dwelling on them, she decided to see him as little as possible.
Layla typed and deleted one reply after another without finding the right words. In the end, she tossed the phone aside like an ostrich burying its head and went upstairs to wash.
Only aft
