Lyla

Holy fuck.

Holy fuck I had just been about to tell him.

Was I actually insane?

I panted over the sink, my hands clutching the rim of the counter in a tight grip while I swayed on my feet. Reality had come crashing down once again the second I’d heard Rashid talking in Arabic to whoever it was on the other end of the phone.

My stomach had rolled and I’d raced to the bathroom in ...