Lyla

When I woke up, I was back in bed at Zayed and Melanie’s house.

I had no idea how I got here, but I wasn’t about to try and figure it out. I remembered I’d asked to be sedated after that phone call with Hafsa, not being able to stop from dry-heaving the empty contents of my stomach longer than it took me to take in a full lungful of air.

I couldn’t cope anymore, my body was giving up on me and the only way that I was ...