“He did not understand her. They were not the same. The garage, the trial, the old man with his head in his hands – his mother, struggling to breathe – those things were horrors. The mess under Layla’s clothes was a game and he hated her for making a part of it, for ever coming near him.”

“He did not understand her. They were not the same. The garage, the trial, the old man with his head in his hands – his mother, struggling to breathe – those things were horrors. The mess under Layla’s clothes was a game and he hated her for making a part of it, for ever coming near him.”

— Kelly Braffet