They Knew

Layla

I had no desire on going back to work, but I dragged myself anyway. “Control yourself, Layla. God- what am I going to do?” I couldn't keep myself together, no matter how hard I tried. I walked slower than usual, not wanting to do a thing.

My damn tears kept pouring out, and people kept looking at me weirdly. ‘Yes, people- I'm crying.’ I rolled my eyes, not carrying what they were thinking. I mean, have they never seen a girl cry while walking back to work before? Come on now.

The worse thing is, I think a damn paparazzi took pictures of Heather and me back at the cafe. I swear I saw flashes go off, but I could be wrong. Maybe it was just the sun reflecting off of cars passing by.

I wiped my face as best as possible and took a deep breath, holding onto my stomach. “Everything is going to be fine, right baby? It has to be. Your sister is going nowhere. I promise if it's the last thing I do.” need to stay positive, I can't let anyone know what's going on, and give myself off by