Lyla

“Lyla Arden?”

I looked up when the nurse called my name, slowly getting to my feet.

“Good luck,” Melanie whispered next to me.

Fuck, if only.

My arms came to wrap around my body subconsciously; the friendly smile from the nurse made my anxiety spike even more than it had in the parking lot coming in. There was a part of me that wanted to turn around and run out the front ...