Before Blair could open the rusted, iron gate, a woman appeared on the porch. Her almond skin glowed in the morning sun, her wildly curly hair a halo around her flushed face, as her bright golden eyes burrowed into Ava. Reaching out her arms, various bracelets windchimes on her wrists, Layla welcomed them both into her home by opening the gate. Blair glanced cautiously at Ava before they walked through the open gate together.
“Ava, welcome.” Layla’s voice was light and airy as it reached Ava’s ears. “I’m afraid you have arrived at a difficult time.” With her words, she turned her stare to Blair.
“I know,” Ava interjected, wanting to keep Layla’s focus on herself. She didn’t want any of this blowing back on Blair. Not again. “I am sorry for what happened to Marcus.”
“I trust you come with information. Perhaps the whereabouts of your friend, Everett?”
“Uh, no, not exactly. There is something else I bring to you.”