Chapter 44 - Layla Prime

Layla POV

“I am sorry,” James says when he opens the cab’s door. I look at him and smile softly.

“It’s not your fault,” I say, and he takes a deep breath. James is in medical school and has to do some shifts in the hospital. While I was in the bathroom, he received a message asking him to go to work, something to do with a big accident at the Brooklyn bridge.

“Who was that guy?” he asks, and I lean forward, giving him a kiss on the cheek. He nods with his lips in a thin line before I get in the car, and he closes the door. “Text me when you get home,” he says before the cab driver pulls into the traffic. I grab my phone to a text from Jo.

Jo - “How is it going?”

Me - “On my way home,” it’s the only thing I reply. I shove my phone back in my clutch as I look out the window. I feel the tears threatening to spill as soon as my brain