His Eagle Eyes on Me

"Layla, I've watched you grow up, and I know that you are a great young woman. This is just an accident, and you only got unlucky. You didn't mean for any of this to happen, so we don't blame you for it. Don't apologize to me. Stay and share lunch with us. I will start cooking now."

"I can help," Layla said.

"It's fine. My husband can help. Just rest. You've just been discharged yourself, haven't you? Have you recovered?"

"Yeah, or my parents would have never let me out," Layla said.

"That's good... If you ended up like Eric, we would be even more devastated," Mrs. Santos said, feeling slightly better. "Why don't you watch some television while you wait?"

Layla did not want to watch television and said, "Can I stay in Eric's room for a while?"

"Sure!" Mrs. Santos said.

Eric had brought Layla here before, so she knew exactly which room belonged to him.

Layla was the only female apart from Mrs. Santos who had entered Eric's room as he rarely invited any woman over.

often invite his friends there instead, and the ones he invited to

Mrs. Santos headed into the kitchen, Layla walked toward

live with his parents from time to time every other

open and noticed that everything inside the room remained exactly the same as

had in her room was an idea she had copied from

cabinets in his room, and they were all filled with

work throughout the years, and he was

on his

strolled past the cabinets and studied each of the trophies before walking over to

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few books he had as

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