Chapter 60

Layla’s POV

Antoniette and I spent the evening together. She cooked dinner and we ate together, through talks and all. By the time we finished eating at the kitchen table, I offered to wash the dishes.

“You aren’t supposed to be doing that,” Antoniette called as I dropped the plate in the sink.

“I’ve been doing this before you came,” I replied with a small smile.

“How are you holding up, Layla?” she asked, arms crossed across her chest and her back leaning against the next sink.

I looked at her, turning the running water off. I knew her question meant more. She knew who Logan was and how he could get towards people like me. People who have wronged him. She’d worked that long and that close to him to know this.

“I’m just here, Antoniette,” I replied, placing the plate next to the sink. Antoniette picks it up and starts drying it with a cloth. “Logan doesn’t hit me anymore.”

I knew she knew he was hitting me and she doesn’t try to hide