Layla was wide awake and she already had an inkling of Michael's whereabouts. Sitting inside the living room on the couch, she fidgeted with her hands, gazing at the clock struck at half past one in the morning.
She remembered with urgency how the men of the house had dashed out from Komachi's house as if they had discovered some grave secret. And currently, she was feeling agitated about Michael. He had not accepted any of her calls since he left with Frank and Komachi.
'I just hope he's okay,' she mused to herself, clasping her hands in desperation. Right then, the headlights of the cars cast a bright glow over the windows, seeping inside the house. Layla's eyes sparkled, her heart brimming with anticipation.
Reaching the balcony, her vision lingered over the cars entering the mansion. She couldn't wait to see her Michael. And then finally, he exited the car with a grim look. Layla noticed it, and her mood died down a bit.
