46.  P.S. SHE DOESN'T KNOW YOU

Ayla

Present Day

It has been two days since the incident. It has been more than thirty-six hours since I fall asleep. I am practically living on caffeine. I see Max, trying to choke me whenever I close my eyes or I would see Jayden and those goddamn memories. I don't know which one is more pathetic. Tomorrow, I have an appointment with Kemal, my therapist. He has been helping me deal with things ever since my accident.

I am scared of being alone at home. Every time I go out, I get a feeling that someone's following me. But at the office, it was different. These are Jayden's territories. No Max can get inside easily. We always have tight security.

I am on our bosses' floor, waiting for Steph to complete her work so that we can go home. She insisted that she stay with me. I feel that a day with Steph could do some good.

My phone beeped as I was lost in my thoughts, looking out of the window at all the city lights.

"You forgot your ointment." The mes