Rashid
We stood in silence, the only sound around us was the AC kicking on above us, drowning out the noise of my beating heart.
Lyla was tucking in a thin jacket, the front of it parted and open to show the loose-fitted t-shirt she was wearing underneath. She had sweatpants on and rubber shoes that were a bright and obnoxious yellow color.
Gone was the glamorous woman I'd seen earlier this evening and here was the woman I'd fallen in love with over the course of a maddening two weeks.
Her basket was clutched to her side protectively, snacks piled to the top of it that made it hard not to smile; even though the crushing realization that it was most likely because of her pregnancy that she was out here so late.
I forced myself to stay in place, even though I desperately wanted to go o
