LAYLA’S POV
If I were to count all the good times in my life, I think less than five of my fingers would be enough.
Because the only the good time I can think about, was the last time I spoke to my mom, I had to listen to her gush over my Dad, but now that’s a sad memory because he left.
The only other time was when Bryan hugged me in the kitchen, but that’s a distant memory because he stopped caring after what happened and didn’t care about my break out.
But the one that stays would be that I have Damien and Isabelle. Getting Isabelle back is one of my good times too. And I would not trade that for anything.
But now that I seem to be losing my mind to these nightmares I fear I might forget them one day. I fear that one day, the people I care about the most would become just a dista
