Lyla
Two Months Later…
“—in other news, the price for gas and increased along with the spending budget for the—"
Grabbing the remote, I flicked off the TV. Listening to more of that drivel was going to make my head melt.
I slid off the couch and tossed the remote down onto the cushion I'd been preoccupying for the last five hours. Pressing a hand over my stomach, I groaned when it gurgled back at me. Ever since I'd gotten back from Dubai, I'd had the worst indigestion of my life.
I had no clue if it was because I was eating American food or if my body was so over me shoving processed junk food down my throat from my depressive late-night binge eating, but after the past six weeks of dealing with this, I was starting to get really tired of it.
I padded across my apartment and over i
