Becca.

Everything was spiraling out of control. I thought the trial would be the end of many worries, but I was wrong. Apparently, it just signified the beginning. Tears began streaming down my face as I stared Layla down.

She had buried her face into her hands and was sobbing, but I couldn’t look at her anymore. I couldn’t deal with being here at the cafe at all. I stood up from my chair and whirled, shoving it into the table and storming out ...