Layla
"We need to talk, Layla..." Henry said on the morning of my meeting with Amanda Donaldson. My heart leaped in its cage. Though he was on the phone and was not present with me, I was still reluctant to speak with him.
After Nathan had dragged him to the nursery two days ago, we hadn't talked or said much about what had happened between us. In fact, I wished he would just let it go, but apparently, he didn't have that in mind.
"Can we meet? Should I come over?"
"No, no...we can meet outside...somewhere else. I'm actually on my way to meet with Amanda, so today is unlikely," I responded.
"Yeah, sorry, I almost forgot..."
"Yeah." I breathed.
"Which day works for you?"
I thought for a moment, I didn't want to talk to him, but it couldn't be evaded.
"How about Saturday?" I finally
