Lyla

The paper under me crinkled when I shifted on it.

It was cold in the small room I’d been brought to. With only a hospital gown to cover me and my socked feet dangling off the edge of the table, all I had left to do while I wrung my fingers together was wait.

There were so many questions swirling around in my head that it was hard to sort through the chaos as I watched the clock above the door tick by slowly. When ...