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didn’t have a clue about how her mother was doing. Even though the woman made her crazy, she needed to see if she was doing okay. “I don’t know…I will let you know. Thanks for everything, Asher.” She gave him a warm hug before striding off.
    When she got out of the studio, her phone rang. She fished it out of her purse. It was Gage. She hadn’t heard from him in a few days, but she assumed that he would take more time to decide on the future of their relationship. Perhaps he was already regretting his unkind words and wanted to apologize. “Hi,” she said as she put the phone to her ear. Layla hoped to hear some good news. “How are you doing?”
    “Layla, I’ve thought about our engagement and came to the conclusion that we’re not the right fit for each other.”
    What the hell is he talking about? They were together for two years. How come he never thought about it before? “What?”
    “It’s just that…you don’t get along with my parents, and that can’t be good for our children, when we have them. And with your recent health problems…it’s too much.”
    She was the one dealing with issues and yet, he was the one who complained of having too much on his plate. Damn him to hell! Layla fought the urge to bang the phone on the street. Good riddance! No way was she pleading with this guy. He didn’t deserve to be in her life. “That’s a good decision, Gage. I’m glad you thought about it. Goodbye .”
    “Yeah—”
    Layla cut the call and dropped the phone into her purse. A man who couldn’t be there for her when she needed him wasn’t worth her time. If he couldn’t deal with issues that his parents had with her in all this while, she doubted that he would be able to resolve them after they were married. What the hell had she been thinking about when she agreed to marry him? She must have been crazy to consider tying herself to this man for life. Even though she should’ve felt grief at the prospect of bidding goodbye to an old relationship that mattered so much to her not too long ago, now she only felt a sense of relief.
    It’s a good thing that he was out of her life. She didn’t need him; she would deal with all her problems on her own, and she would be pretty damn good at it. More than devastation, she felt angered at the way he treated her. She hailed a crab. When she settled in it, her cellphone rang again.
    If it were Gage, she wouldn’t pick up. Instead, it was her mother. Uttering a long sigh, she picked up the phone. “Hi, mom. How are you doing?”
    “Where the hell have you been? I’m dying from a massive headache. Had the most terrible nightmare…when are you coming home?”
    Layla intended to go straight home to check on her mother, but hearing the petulant tone in her voice, she knew going in now would be a big mistake. Mary was seriously hung over. Her mother clearly didn’t remember seeing her. It would better not to remind her about her haircut and her resemblance to her father until Mary was more in control. “I’m going to the hospital right now. Why don’t you eat something? If you want I can order it for you.”
    “I just need some meds for this headache,” groaned Mary. “I can’t find any in your bathroom.”
    “They’re in the kitchen cabinet, the one that’s on the right hand side. I’ll come in as soon as I can.” After she hung up, Layla rubbed her forehead. “Excuse me, could you to take me to General Hospital, instead?” she told the cab driver.
    Within a few minutes, she stood outside the hospital. Although her test results were not in yet, this seemed like a good time to take up the volunteering project that she talked to Clint about. Thinking about him sent a thrill of delight through her. The man was pure pleasure. Perhaps it was odd for her to think about him just moments after she broke up with Gage, but the truth was that she never felt the instant connection with Gage that she now felt with Clint.
    Still, she didn’t plan to