"Jared. Just give me a minute. Please."
I want to warn her not to keep me waiting, but the pleading in her voice has me clenching my jaw.
"I’ll be in the car." I press a kiss to her forehead before leaving. Evelyn is at the bottom of the stairs.
"You’re leaving?" she asks.
I smile. "Yes, I am."
That leaves her unsettled, and she marches up the stairs.
Outside, I get into my car. I have two missed calls from Alex.
I’m busy, I text her and look back at Layla’s house.
I can’t imagine the conversation is going well with Evelyn. It takes a lot of restraint not to get out of the car and rush into the house to get Layla.
Thirty painful minutes pass before Layla leaves the house with a small backpack. She won’t meet my gaze as she climbs into the passenger side. The door closes, and with shaky hands, she struggles to put on her belt.
"Let me help you." I reach across to grab the belt.
"I got it."
I ignore her.
"Jared, stop." Her gaze meets mine, and she’s beyond pissed.