Lyla’s POV

“What are you doing, Lyla?”

I turned to see Henry looking at me intensely while standing at the door. I ignored his question and continued packing up my clothes. I moved to the wardrobe and brought out a new suitcase for my sneakers, heels, and sandals.

“I asked you a question, Lyla?” He yelled, making me stop in my tracks.

“I’m leaving, Henry. I can’t stay here. I need to go” I answered.

He yanked me away from the wardrobe angrily and made me sit on the bed.

“Leave for where, Lyla?” He asked, his eyes blazing with anger.

“Back to where I was before. They need me...