Running into the waiting room, Jayden saw a woman with her hair covering her face, her palms pressed against her forehead while her elbows rested on her knees. He could hear faint sobs coming from her.
Upon detecting his footsteps, the woman didn't raise her head immediately. Instead, she wiped her eyes with her hands, trying to hide her tears before she looked up at him.
"Jayden?" she whispered, standing up from her seat.
"Aditi." Jayden inhaled deeply, his hand clenched in his pocket as he walked toward her and met her gaze. He noticed her disheveled appearance: a dirty, torn dress, no shoes, remnants of makeup smeared on her face, and bruises on her forehead.
But all that didn't matter now. "What happened to Leila?"
Aditi trembled before slowly averting her gaze, her shoulders shaking with regret.
