Layla's hands were visibly shaking, and her legs were starting to feel weak, they were beginning to wobble. Her heart was pounding vigorously, and the sound of it beating was so loud that she couldn't even hear herself talking.
'Is this really the right thing to do?' She thought, but she had already articulated those words. Right now, all attention was focused on her.
"Why would we hate you, Layla?" Quinn said. "If you have anything that can help us get out of this situation, then we would only be happy."
Layla looked at Erin, who was lying on the bed, one more time while contemplating, 'If it's these people, I think they'll understand. I'm just going to tell them.'
Upon reaching this decision, she started to explain the circumstances regarding her situation.
