Sixty eight - childhood memories

Camila's P.O.V.

“Layla.“

A persistent tap on my arm causes me to stir in my sleep, and I moan, rolling over to my other side.

“Layla, honey. Wake up.“ I hear Mommy's voice again, and I moan, not wanting to wake up. Why would Mommy want me to wake up in the middle of the night? Maybe she's not her...

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