Nolan’s car pulled up in front of Aurora’s apartment, and Layla exhaled in relief.

“Thanks, Nolan,” she said as she stepped out of the car.

“Xander will pick you up tomorrow morning,” he informed her before driving off.

“Jerk,” Layla muttered under her breath as she walked up to the apartment door and knocked.

“Who’s it?” Aurora’s voice rang from inside. Layla’s heart tightened. She had missed her friend so much.

“It’s me,” Layla whimpered, her voice cracking ...