Rashid

We stood in silence, the only sound around us was the AC kicking on above us, drowning out the noise of my beating heart.

Lyla was tucking in a thin jacket, the front of it parted and open to show the loose-fitted t-shirt she was wearing underneath. She had sweatpants on and rubber shoes that were a bright and obnoxious yellow color.

Gone was the glamorous woman I’d seen earlier this evening and here was the woman ...