His heart hammered against his ribs. His steps were so light he felt as if he were flying. But the moment Adrian stepped into the visitation room, the illusion shattered.
It wasn't Evelyn.
It was Layla.
In an instant, the rush vanished, leaving him utterly hollowed out.
Layla was drowning in her own tears.
"Adrian!" she sobbed.
Adrian, however, remained freezing cold. There was a time when her tears would have torn him apart, sending him into a panic. But now, barely able to keep his own head above water, he felt absolutely nothing.
"What are you even doing here?" he asked, his voice dead. "Just go home."
"Go where?!" Layla cried, her voice cracking. "Everything is out in the open! Evelyn's mother took the chance to poison my dad's mind against me, and he's furious. He kicked me ou
