Before going to bed, Shay tried Ayla's number once again. It still took him to voicemail. He didn't know why he was so paranoid. He just hoped she was okay wherever she was. Only then would he rest assured. He was about to begin overthinking when he instantly snapped out of it. He just remembered what Kylie had told him. He had to wait until she came back on . He would be able to know whether she was mad at him for late response or whether something had happened on her side. Either way, her safety was what mattered the most.
That night, Ayla didn't feel too much pain. It seemed like the medicine was very effective. Her wounds were scabbing and drying. It was the best night of her life. After all, there was no single night she had ever slept so soundly. It was either stressful or one filled with vigilance.
