"I'm sorry, your father is dead." The doctor's voice rang in Layla's head days after she heard the news. She could remember how she fell to the floor, wailing loudly, with her hands clenching against the doctor's legs that she almost bit him. Tears streamed down her face as the memories flowed through her head.

Her heart shattered into pieces, pain ate deep into her heart, and she sniffed, wiping the tears on her lips. What she wanted to avoid eventually did happen; all her effort was ...