Chapter 118 Shayla

If someone asked me to describe the absolute worst moments of your life— I would have told them about the day I lost my Dad. It was a moment I never wanted to live ever again. That is, of course, until the man you’re in love with tells you he doesn’t want to live anymore in the middle of the night and races off in his sports car. The way my hands and legs shook as I watched him speed off madly down the road. I call him on his phone to tell him to come back, but he doesn’t answer. Instead, he ends my call and turns his phone off. I drop to my knees, screaming in the middle of my living room, my head in my hands.

Aimee comes running out of her room when she’s heard me and kneels in front of me, followed by Jo. “Shayla! What happened?!”

“What the hell is going on?” Jo asks Aimee who shrugs and shakes her head while she tries to calm me down. “Shay, shhh, shhh, what’s the matter, babe?”

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