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LAYLA’S POV
Edward hasn’t stopped staring at me like I’ll disappear.
Every thirty seconds, his eyes sweep over me again, checking for something I’ve apparently forgotten to tell him. If I cough, he sits straighter. If I shift in my seat, his brows knit together. If I hold the mug of warm water differently than I did a minute ago, he’s already leaning closer.
I can’t even tease him for it, not after seeing him cry and hearing all the things he said, probably scared s**t out of his mind.
When those men climbed through my window, when I heard one of them say those words, I genuinely thought I was going to die.
But not once did I think about myself. All I could think about was Edward. How he’d blame himself. How he’d lose someone else he loved.
People always say that whe
