Layla's footsteps on the rocky path leading into the mansion were weak and heavy. She was carrying a suitcase with all her belongings inside, as she had decided that night to leave the apartment of her now ex-boyfriend.
With three knocks on the front door, Martin appeared, surprised by her weak and tired appearance. She gave him a wavering, embarrassed smile as she stepped inside when the man allowed her access.
“I’m sorry to arrive at this hour; it was sudden,” she excused herself, gripping the handle of her suitcase tightly. “Can I speak with Athena?”
“I’m sorry, miss, but she’s currently with the gentleman in her room. I’m afraid to interrupt; they’re in the middle of a conversation,” Martin explained with an apologetic smile.
“I see...” she whispered. “I’m here to stay temporarily
