"I forgive you," I said softly. "It doesn't matter what you've done in the past. I know what guilt feels like, what it looks like."
Layla's eyes lit up, and she smiled at me. "Thank you. I never thought you would forgive me, after everything I put you through. He was right about you. You are a great person."
I frowned. "Who was right about me?"
"Jacob," she replied.
I gulped, turning away from her, to the audience. "He spoke to you?"
"Yes," Layla replied. "Not just to me, he warned John as well. He won't bother you again."
I ran a hand through my hair, closing my eyes and taking a deep breath. I then proceeded to wipe away some non-existent tears.
"Well," I smiled, sniffing. "I didn't know he cared."
"Are you serious?" Layla asked incredulously, walking up to me. She turned me ar
