After I’d slept at my damn desk last night because I didn’t want to come home to face Laila and then working nonstop at the club with Pietro, who wanted to be helpful for once, I stepped into the elevator in my building and hit the button to the top floor.
I leaned against the metal wall and pressed on my temple, my head pounding since I had woken up. Usually, Laila would grab me some aspirin whenever I had a headache, but today, I had gone without them completely. But, f**k, I needed one now.
When the elevator doors opened, I stepped onto my floor and tapped my code into the lock. The door clicked open, and I walked into the quiet house. I expected Laila to be home, curled up in the bed, sobbing that she had just killed her best friend.
But there was nothing.
Not even a muffled cry.
