Something About That Name

LAYLA

Sitting across from Del, I tried to quiet the raging mental storm but it couldn't go away. Carleton Antoine Morino.

That name, I have heard it before but where? The name sounded awfully familiar.

Del was staring at me when I looked up. He was waiting and I sensed it. He was waiting for me to ask, for me to say something that would cause a chain reaction. I was unsure of what to say. His name *that name* weighed a lot on my chest.

Even though I thought I had ...