Layla
I’d been trying to cut back to one cup of coffee, but this morning a double dose was definitely necessary. I’d tossed and turned all night, not able to switch off the rambling thoughts in my head long enough to relax and drift off. Thank goodness for concealer.
I stared out the bedroom window of my third-floor apartment, sipping my coffee. I had a half hour before the car would pick me up for the airport, and all I needed to do was get dressed, which left me yet more time to think.
A black town car slowed, then pulled up at the curb of my building. I glanced over at the clock next to my bed to see if I’d lost track of the time. Six thirty. The car service had arrived really early. Of course, I could’ve made the driver wait until seven, the time I’d scheduled, but that wasn’t my st
