DEL MORINO

The weight of our unsaid words made the silence linger.

As her eyes scanned the document I had thrown at her, Layla continued to hold another sheets in her hands.

At first ,she didn't say anything but I could sense that she was quietly staring me.

I cleared my throat and poured myself a glass of vodka.

"What did you mean when you said your father despised you?"she asked with a softer almost hesitant tone

I looked out the window and away from her.

I didn't want to look at her while I was speaking—not right now, not with everything I was going to say.

"You shouldn't mind."...