Layla's POV
I woke up the next morning feeling so tired and weak.
My head throbbed in pain and I stood up to take the pain killer tablets.
I swallowed the drugs and took a deep sigh.
Where could Alex be? Was his encounter with the killer not successful? I wondered as my heart raced in fear.
I stood up and went to the bathroom. I stopped in my tracks as I saw blood stains on the floor and in the bath.
“Alex!” I called, looking around the room. What could have happened to him? I wondered. My body was trembling so much that it became difficult for me to stand upright.
I ran down the stairs, colliding with one of the workers. I stopped her. “Where is my husband?” I asked her.
“He is at the dining hall.” She stammered.
I ran straight to the dinning hall and he was already seated calmly
