Chapter 17: Layla

Morning comes quickly. I spend too much time sitting in the parking lot rereading the message.

I want answers.

I want answers too, but I don’t think I’ll get them—all the answers to too many questions. I can assume the answers will be painful, anyway.

Why did you not try to find me? Maybe he had finally gotten rid of me, and he was glad that he didn’t have to save Layla again. I’d been a noose around his neck that he was free of.

I squeeze my eyes shut before opening them, like I can erase that last thought, which terrifies me. Jared is better off without me. I seem to bring pain to the people I love most.

I shake my hands out as I get out of my car and make my way to the main entrance of the college building. Once I make it all the way to the back hallway, my shoulders slump as a bitter smile moves my lips. He wants answers.

I tell myself I’m overreacting and need to calm down. Maybe the message isn’t from him.

"Morning."

I jump at Ashley’s voice.