LAILA’S POV
Lately, I was going to bed more tired than I did when I was working off my father's debt. The chores that were being given to me were clearly not meant for a weak-boned human like me but I didn’t dare to refuse to do the tasks that I was given. Dylan’s mother was supervising everything I did and each time I finished with a task that she had given me she would come to check if I did it right and then give me the next one. Of course, she was never satisfied with the previous tasks but that didn’t stop her from giving me new tasks.
Today I woke up feeling especially tired and feeling down. Dylan had been gone for two days and each time he called me I would be called to do something else, hence I hadn’t spoken to him ever since he left. I heard that he was coming back the followi
