Jackson lathered Layla’s hair for what felt like the millionth time.
Layla said she could still smell blood in it but he knew that was psychological. All the blood and filth had run down the drain a long time ago. The whole room had steamed up, he could hardly see her, but he didn’t need to. Layla was full of guilt and a lot of pain. Everything he was feeling.
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