Secrets in the shadows

CHAPTER-FOUR:

Even though Layla hadn't been released from the hospital yet, she was still concerned about her Aunt Mary. It seemed as if Layla had come home to a strange area, a symptom of her anxiety.

When she got home, she discovered that Aunt Mary had most likely taken Had to the market while she was gone since the vehicle was vanished. This time, she thought that the stillness was suffocating rather than relaxing, even though she could see that the homes and stores surrounding her had altered since her previous visit.

Even though all she needed was a little alone time, it seemed as if she could feel herself sinking into sadness the instant she walked into the ancient living room. The fire that was still raging in the bedroom she grew up in, along with years of damage, almost destroyed her great-grandfather's home in 1864.

Layla was able to glimpse her childhood memories and the pleasant times she had with Aunt Mary via the severely warped glass on the right side of the image. Despite the consoling idea, she was overcome with a deep sense of loneliness and found it difficult to disguise her sentiments.

When her father gave her the glass with trembling hands, her eyes burned with salty tears because she wanted to make sure that no one ever felt as alone as she did. She clasped it in her icy fingers and could still feel its frigid, rippling texture.

Layla felt an electric rush go through her veins as the white owl and the scary crow descended through the sky; in addition, Layla had a surge in her veins concurrently with the owl and the crow.

It's no secret that the way she had treated him made her feel guilty about Kyle's generosity, yet he persisted in being nice despite their sorrow. Together with sensations of rage, annoyance, shame, and something more, she started to experience a kaleidoscope of turbulent emotions that filled her body.

The only thing that mattered was that Layla had just been discharged from the hospital a few months before to her diagnosis of an unidentified ailment, and Felix Madden was captivated by what he saw to be both interesting and possibly hazardous at the same time.

A few years later, when her companions finally met him, they were giddy with anticipation; while they chatted to him, butterflies fluttered over their tummies and sweat clung to their hands.

Layla felt immobilized after hearing Felix's tales, and she experienced a paralyzing surge of excitement that caused her heart to beat as a consequence of the talk. It seemed like millions of bats were swarming into the palm of her hand, taking the place of the butterflies that usually occupied that space.

She had never felt such an intense desire to someone so strong and yet so delicate, and it was an adrenaline rush unlike anything she had ever experienced. She kept glancing at his chiseled lips, as if it were a magnet drawing her attention.

His perfectly formed lips pulled her attention again and time again, making her knees shake and something deep within her shiver. As he talked, gestured, and said things that touched something deep within of her, it was as if he were an extremely cold air of energy.

Layla was immediately persuaded by the sound of Mr. Turner's voice that he was the ideal person for her when they chatted. It enveloped her heart with such ease, as if she was certain he was the one for her. Layla felt faint and her heart was beating faster as a consequence of their chat after listening to these tales with Felix.

Nevertheless, the next day she discovered that her hands were completely covered in perspiration and that a puddle of water had formed at her feet from the water that her hands were leaking.

She was anxious when she first saw a male, feeling more like she had bats in her hands than butterflies, but as soon as they kissed, she knew she had discovered her real love.