Rashid

Lyla looked as beautiful as ever, standing there in her untied sweats and an oversized t-shirt that showed only the hints of the round belly hidden underneath. She had a jacket thrown over with the front of it unzipped that she’d seemed to have pulled over herself in a hurry. Her long hair had been pulled away from her face, half-tied messily with pieces of it framing her face.

Her eyes were wide, staring at me in surprise while ...