Layla closed her eyes and waited for that horrible sound of the lock turning.
She was going to lose her mind stuck in the bedroom alone. When Jackson had been close to her, at least she had put all her focus on him.
But now, all she had were her thoughts. Again.
She had been feeling fine before, but she could still feel those cracks starting to form. If anything else happened, she was going to break.
She waited for that sound, but it didn’t come.
Instead, Jackson said, “What are you doing up here?” as he closed the door.
She opened her eyes and strained to listen. Who was it? Had someone come to hurt her again? She muted the volume on the television and stood, waiting to see if they would come into the room. When they didn’t, she quietly made her way to the door.
She could hear
