Don’t ask me how, I just do. Keep calm Laylah. I keep reminding myself. Deep, relaxing breaths. Breathe in, breathe out. Don’t you dare to make him suspicious. Just don’t! “I’m not insinuating anything, Laylah. I’m just stating the facts. Mom told me you were with him earlier this morning taking care of his battle wounds and then you left on your separate ways. I was just wondering if you saw or heard him leave. I’m worried about him.” Thank you, mom! Note to self, huge motherfucking Christmas gift for the birth giver. Ok, quick, say something else to distract him from the bathroom. Think! “What is this freakish obsession you’ve got with him? Are you in love with him or something?” He just glares at me. “Are you fucking serious?” he states. Ok, now you’ve just pissed him off. Genius, Laylah, fucking genius! “He’s a big boy, he can take care of himself,”
