Chapter 56

Layla’s POV

My father always said that life is what you make of it. What you mold of it. It is your own story to tell and you are the one writing it, molding it, until it fits the way you want.

I am writing my own story now. My life is my own manuscript, a composition of thoughts, wishes, and fears, all shaped into thoughts until I am content with what I have brought into my mind. Sometimes, those thoughts reshape on their own, though. Sometimes, the story I am composing finds its own rhythm. Just like tonight.

A new chapter in my life had opened the night I walked into my own home to meet guns pointed at my parents’ faces, to meet Logan standing tall and intimidating, waiting for my arrival. The day I had last seen and spoken to my best friend and ex-boyfriend. That chapter of my life had ended there that night.

It was like I was reborn into the arms of Logan DeAngelo. Over the course of months I have spent with him, knowing him and growing