Chapter 128

Layla’s POV

I watched closely as the man in the red shirt came to a stop, tucking a hand inside his pants pocket; his face turned to me as he stood across the street to me.

He was laughing as he continued to speak to the person at the other end of his phone.

I could not believe that I was looking at Emma. I had seen Logan shoot him dead. I had seen the blood and his body. This could not be him.

I squint for a minute, trying to see if it was my imagination playing tricks on me, but it was still him.

Suddenly, I felt nauseous and lightheaded, and the ground felt deeper under my feet, causing me to lose my balance. I stumbled back, holding my forehead as my eyes spun.

That was when I noticed that I had caught the attention of the man in red top outside. Only this time he was not Emma anymore. I knew my mind was only playing tricks on me.

He has a long face, dirty blond hair, and arms that looked like they were going to rip thro