Knew my father?

"You know my dad?"

"Hm? Oh, of course." Layla scoffs. "It's a small town, Ethan. Everybody knows everybody."

"Right..." Ethan definitely overlooked that detail.

Chuckling, Layla offers him more. "He's a little older than me, so we weren't friends exactly... But we found ourselves in each other's company through Emily."

That catches Ethan's attention. "My aunt Emily?"

"Mhm," Layla nods, "We were best friends."

"Oh, I didn't know..." Ethan considers exactly what Layla said, "Were? Something happen between you two?"

"Oh, no." Layla waves her hand in the air dismissively. "There's no bad blood or anything. Sort of just grew apart. Especially after she left town." She lets out a sigh, shaking her head. "I should call her..."

Ethan feels a pain in his heart. Layla didn't say it out loud, but Ethan could feel the 'because her mother died' reason. Shaking it off, Ethan just lets a moment of silence hang in the air between them.

{if Layla and Sam=true}Looking at Layla, Ethan realizes this is the first time he's spoken to her since finding out the truth about her and Sam. The resemblance is uncanny, with Ethan feeling stupid for not noticing it before.

Sensing his gaze, Layla looks over at Ethan, raising a brow. "You've got a look about you. Something the matter?"

"Oh- Uh..." Ethan isn't sure what to say.{endif}