Lyla

I paced around my room for what felt like hours. Rashid’s haunted expression hammered inside of my head so loudly I wanted to throw up.

What did I do?

I’ve never seen him look at me that way. Like he didn’t even recognize me.

Bending over, I clutched my head in my hands.

Fuck.

My anger had gotten the better of me. I should’ve told him to leave me ...