Layla was hyperventilating. Not long after, a ding sound was heard, flashing a message over her phone screen. The address was mentioned clearly. Without wasting a further second, Layla's mind worked fast.
'I need to save her at any cost,' she thought to herself before, in no time, she changed into something decent.
Taking hold of her handbag, she was about to exit the room when she encountered Michael standing at the doorstep with a tray of food.
"I don't want to eat. Excuse me," she said in a tone that felt so foreign. Michael creased his eyebrows, and suddenly Layla wriggled past him. He immediately left the tray on the side table and went after her.
"Layla, where are you going? Stop!" he yelled at her to no avail. She had already reached the stairs with no turning back. Michael followed suit, closing the gap at a pace.
