A Letter From Drake

LAYLA.

The weight of Del Morino's words began to press down on my chest in the late afternoon.

Del had gotten me a new chamber and I was pleased here.

I tried to distract myself by arranging books on the couch in different places and running my fingers along their spines

But nothing was able to divert me from our earlier discussion. Little shivers of confusion ran through my mind as his voice continued to echo.

I believed I understood the strain of living in his world ...