1,095 Mornings for Nothing The Day I Walked Away from Dylan Chase

Layla’s POV

I brought breakfast to Dylan Sterling exactly 1,095 times.

The year his father went to prison, Dylan locked himself in his bedroom for three months straight. He refused to talk. He refused to see a single soul.

I was the one who climbed over his backyard wall every single morning, leaving a warm breakfast on his windowsill.

I’d sit beneath that window, telling terrible dad jokes until my throat went hoarse, refusing to leave until he took a bite.

When he finally walked out of that dark room and started smiling again, everyone said Dylan owed his life to me.