Lyla
The paper under me crinkled when I shifted on it.
It was cold in the small room I'd been brought to. With only a hospital gown to cover me and my socked feet dangling off the edge of the table, all I had left to do while I wrung my fingers together was wait.
There were so many questions swirling around in my head that it was hard to sort through the chaos as I watched the clock above the door tick by slowly. When I'd been filling out my paperwork in the waiting room, there'd been a part of me that had wanted to get up and leave. Regardless of whatever I chose to do in the end, making that choice freaked me out.
There were so many things that on either side of the coin I'd be sacrificing whatever way I decided.
But what part of my life was I willing to sacrifice more than the ot
