CHAPTER FIFTY TWO
JESSICA Point of View
I couldn't shake off the memory of Tyla's scream. It had pierced through the sound of the shower, making my heart skip a beat. Jay and I had been lost in our own little world, but Tyla's cry for help had shattered the moment. At first, Jay hadn't wanted me to leave. "Tyla will be fine," he'd said, trying to reassure me. "We don't have to go." But I knew better. I knew Tyla, and I knew that scream. It was a scream of terror, of desperation. I had to go to her. I pushed Jay aside, turning off the shower. "I have to go," I insisted in a determined tone. Jay sighed, but he knew better than to argue with me. I quickly grabbed a towel and wrapped it around myself, rushing out of the bathroom. I walked into the room and quickly dressed into my clothes, while Jay followed suit. The look on his face was mot encouraging, but I didn't care. It was not like I could do anything about it. I wouldn't leave Tyla in danger because I wanted to please him. Now,
