Layla
In a hailstorm, Henry drove down to my house when I didn't pick up his calls. Nathan had come down with a terrifying fever, it had suddenly happened overnight, and I was too unsettled to have heard my phone ringing.
When Nathan had calmed to sleep, I prepared hot coffee for Henry as he kept himself warm by the fireplace.
"Here." I handed over the mug.
"Thank you." He muttered, his eyes sparkling at me.
"Thank you for coming." I thought I should appreciate him.
"Anytime." He smiled.
My phone rang. It was an anonymous number, but by reading the text message, I knew it was Ethan. The motherfucker wouldn't let me be!
"I want to see my lawyer," I gritted, I was getting annoyed with each passing moment when Ethan sends a message that made no sense and was out of context.
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