Rashid

I tore the letter from the notepad and crunched it into my hand, my thoughts racing.

Track her down. That’s what I needed to do.

Turning on my heel, I raced out of Lyla’s room and back to my own. I quickly grabbed a shirt from my floor and shoved my feet into a pair of shoes. I’d long since forgotten my phone, back somewhere in Lyla’s room that I didn’t care to retrieve.

I needed ...