Chapter 34
Astrid’s POV
The second my Uber slowed outside Micah’s place, I froze. My stomach plummeted as if the ground had opened beneath me.
Because Layla was already there.
She had just stepped out of her car, in her denim skirt and the ridiculous top. Her glossy hair swung over her shoulder as she adjusted her purse.
I paid the driver quickly, almost fumbling with the notes, and bolted out of the car. My only thought was to get to her before she made it inside.
“Layla!” I called, plastering on a sheepish smile even as my pulse thundered.
She froze mid-step, surprise flashing across her face. Then she chuckled, tilting her head as though she were humored by the sight of me. “Astrid? What are you doing out here? I actually thought you were home.”
My throat went dry. I forced a
