Layla notices more than she lets on. Maybe I’ve been underestimating her, mostly because she’s awkward and shy and spends half her time looking surprised by her own existence. But if she’s noticed Eliot’s feelings, what else has she noticed and simply chosen not to say?
The thought drifts briefly toward my mother’s journal. Toward her name and all the questions I have.
But I've been watching Layla for weeks now and I genuinely don't think she knows any more than I do.
Whatever that mystery is, she's just as blind to it.
Besides, there’s a right time to ask.
This isn't it.
“Just make sure you’re graceful about it,” I say.
Her attention shifts back to me. “What?”
“If you reject him. Don't humiliate the guy. Let both of you keep your dignity and stay friends.”
She scowls. “I know t
