Chapter 39

• Ayla
• "Get out of my way Kaleb," I spoke, deciding that carrying the suitcase that he had snatched from me was the least important things at that moment. What mattered was going as far away as possible from him and his lying face.
• "Not until you listen to my side of story," he insisted. My chest was constricting, feeling like someone was tearing it in a half as searing pain kept on spreading. The image of the woman in a bikini right on top of Kaleb was stuck in my mind, zooming behind my eyelids with every word Kaleb uttered.