I arrive home, and the moment I open the door, Alex smiles at me. "What do you want?" I ask her.

"I wanted to make sure you were okay. You weren’t answering my calls."

I don’t go upstairs. I haven’t since Layla was shot. "I’m fine." I make my way to my new quarters.

Alex follows me. "How is Layla?"

I stop walking and turn on her. "You don’t give two f*cks about Layla. Let’s not pretend."

Alex tries to look shocked, ...