Chapter 63: Layla

I turn away from her but pause at the kitchen door. "I love you, Evelyn. I’ll call every day."

"I love you too."

I can’t look back. The pain in her words propels my steps out the door.

"Miss Masters, your bath is ready."

I stiffen as Amanda appears beside me. I exhale loudly, trying to relax as I shake off the memory of Evelyn.

"I’ll need you to help me with my clothes." I don’t exactly want help, but I’m exhausted, and removing everything with one arm is something I don’t look forward to doing.

Amanda helps me, being careful with my arm. Once I’m down to my underwear, I make my way into the bathroom alone. The steam has fogged up the mirror, like it knows I don’t want to see my face. Guilt is choking me, and I don’t need to see it in my gaze.