Tara POV
Sat at the counter of a diner, sipping on a cup of a cold black coffee, my favorite. Stared out the window as the familiar buzz and excitement from the people greeted me.
This was my favorite place to be every morning but I hadn’t been in days. It was hard having to come and getting bombarded with questions about Laila.
Pretending to care about Laila had become tiring. Never called or reached out since she went missing but I was telling everybody who asked I had been trying to reach her.
It was simple to bend people to your will and it was something that came naturally to me.
No one suspected that I had been pretending to care about Laila all this while.
They all were under the impression that I was worried about her missing when in fact I couldn’t care less about if she
