Chapter 21. Dollhouse Memories

Layla’s POV

“What the hell is this?” Anna asked with a choke in her voice.

My lips were trebling and the words had fallen deep into my gut along with my heart.

The bed stood big and tall in the center against the wall in front of us. A fireplace with framed pictures and ornament against the right wall and dressers and desks. A couch in the corner with a little table and a big reading lamp. Above the bed, with two lamps on either side, hung a big picture of Kade and his former mate.

Danielles smile was as big and bright as ever as she leaned against Kade. On the door that led to what I presumed was a bathroom hung a short pink robe and on the closet hung a blue thicker one.

“Layla,” Anna whispered and placed her hand on my shoulder. The colors of the room were warm and inviting. Everything, just like the rest of the floor, was clean and tidy as though someone was in here every day and another terrifying thought hit me. What if someone was in here