Chapter 165 A Helper

• Lyla’s pov
• The car's engine hummed steadily beneath me, and the repetitive purring of the tyres on the road did little to calm the storm in my chest. I sat in the back seat of Thompson's car, staring out the window as the passing scenery blurred into an indistinct tangle of colours.
• It was a familiar sensation—the scenery changed as I moved forward, but my mind stayed stuck in the past, haunted by memories I couldn't shake.