Becca.
Everything was spiraling out of control. I thought the trial would be the end of many worries, but I was wrong. Apparently, it just signified the beginning. Tears began streaming down my face as I stared Layla down.
She had buried her face into her hands and was sobbing, but I couldn’t look at her anymore. I couldn’t deal with being here at the cafe at all. I stood up from my chair and whirled, shoving it into the table and storming out of the place.
Layla had been someone I could rely on.
She listened to me when I complained about how stubborn James was being, or my woes during the trial regarding the Cartwrights. I thought she cared dearly about the children, but clearly, I’d thought wrong.
Tears poured down my cheeks as I hurried down the street, now shifting to a run. Dusk was causing the sky to darken, and I foolishly didn’t take a car here. The streets were lit up, so I wasn’t too concerned about getting jumped, but still, I walked briskly.
