Aldo
Layla’s cryptic words had been playing on my mind like a broken record ever since I’d last spoken to her.
“Somehow I feel as though I’m the one who ended up losing a lot more than she did.”
Why would she say that? What had she ended up losing? Why wouldn’t she tell me?
I wish I could say that things had lightened up since the day we recovered Eli. But no.
No, in fact, things had gotten a hell of a lot more tense and unbearable since then. Layla had been keeping her distance from everyone. That terrible gray cloud that proceeded to encase her since she returned from the police station was well intact.
She limited her time and conversation with my mother and even her own grandmother. She stopped calling meetings with everyone.
She attended meals but ate very little and spoke
