"It's not your fault, you know?"
"Of course it is." Caleb's grip on his coffee mug tightens. He refuses to let himself off the hook for what has happened to Layla. Her sleeping figure, even though appearing peaceful has been tearing him inside.
He wanted her back, but not like this. Not with her eyes shut. Not without her smile brightening up her face and his world. Not with her body hooked up to machines. Her sweet voice should be filling his ears, not that steady beeping sound that only serves to let him know that every one of her vitals are okay.
"I just had to show off. Just had to prove to Simon that he's nothing against me. I just had to be…me. Of course it's my fault. It's always my fault."
"We both know that's not true." Janice releases his grip on the mug and sets the bevera
