After Layla left, I couldn’t hold back anymore and threw myself into Aydan’s arms, crying uncontrollably. “I had a dream that you felt sorry for Layla, so you brought her parents over. Then the temperature dropped suddenly again, and we were trapped in the house. Unfortunately, we didn’t have enough food stored, and we let them starve to death..”
Aydan tenderly stroked my back with a pained expression on his face.
I looked up at him and said, “Aydan, after all, Layla is not on the same page as us. I don’t know what trouble might arise if she stays, so let her go back to her parents. I’m really afraid that the dream will turn into reality, and our Aleah is only three years old
Aydan nodded and continued to comfort me.
The big stone in my heart finally fell.
Lila was still busy in the kitchen when I called out to her.
She turned around, her mind filled with confusion: “Mrs. Bonilla, why were you crying?”
I shook my head and handed over twenty thousand dollars: The weather was too cold, something was not right Take all the money and exchange it for food, hurry back home.”
