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to the doctors already, mom. They’re trying to find out the reason behind it.”
    Her mother’s hand flew to her chest. “Your hair. Your beautiful hair!” Her slate-gray stare looked incredulous. “What—” Mary shook her head, as if her brain was not processing what she saw with her own eyes. “How—”
    Layla’s gaze traveled to her mother’s hair which was exactly the color of hers. Or had been when Layla boasted a head full of hair. It was the one thing she’d inherited from her mother. Actually, it was the only thing they had in common.
    Now…it was disappearing.
    Mary wasn’t going to take it well, as evidenced by the color virtually draining from her apricot-colored skin. When she collapsed on the couch, prostate with grief, Layla sat next to her to offer her some consolation. Once more, she was struck by the strangeness of this situation. Mary should have comforted her, but it was the other way around. “It’s going to be okay, mom. I’m sure they’ll find a cure for this.”
    “Is it a disease?”
    She winced at the same question Gage asked. “They’re not sure as yet. It will take time before the doctors find some answers, but I have to go back to the hospital soon.”
    Her mother hunched on the couch. “I should stay over here until all this is sorted out.”
    Layla didn’t think it was a good idea. Mary could be a hyperactive, controlling woman who was ridden with anxiety. Her mind had long ago deteriorated and all she could spout were lists of fears and caution. She wasn’t a good influence on Layla and living with her would bring to life all the doubts Layla managed to suppress or deal with ever since she became independent, when she turned 18 six years ago. “Mom, I’m fine.”
    “You’re not,” Mary stated as she stood up. “I’m going to bring my stuff and stay here in case—anything happens to you. It’s not good to be alone at a time like this.”
    At a time like what? She wasn’t sick… not really. And she wasn’t dying. What did her mom think was going on? “I’m fine, mom. You don’t need to turn your life upside down for me.”
    “I insist.” Mary sniffed. “Do you have sherry? I need to calm my nerves after the shock I just had.”
    The shock that she just had? Layla was the one going through shit, but there would be no point arguing with her mother. She was like a force of nature. Once she settled on a course of action, nothing could deter her. “I’ll get some for you.” She went into the kitchen, took out her bottle of sherry and a glass.
    Mary came in. “Never mind, dear. I’ll manage myself. Why don’t you go and rest?”
    Layla checked her watch. She was running a bit late. Mary’s unexpected visit threw her off her schedule. Just because she was suffering from hair loss didn’t mean she could ditch her assignments. “I actually need to go to work, mom.”
    She hoped her mother would take the hint and leave but she poured a glass of sherry. She took a delicate sip and shuddered. “Go ahead, dear. I’ll be right here when you come back. It shouldn’t take me that long to gather my stuff, and don’t worry about letting me in or anything. I have the spare key of your apartment at my place. When I come back, I’ll use it to get in.”
    Layla resisted the urge to bang her hands on the counter. Frustration bubbled through her. She loved her mother, but the woman sure could get on her nerves. If they had to stay together for long, she would probably end up saying something that would start World War III, but this wasn’t the time to argue with her mother. When she was on a mission, nothing could stop her.
    “Take care, mom.” She kissed her on the cheek and hurried into her room. After putting on her hat, she picked up her purse and phone. Once she got out, Layla took a deep, fortifying breath. The situation would resolve itself soon. At least, that was her hope. Mary’s presence was likely to make her life even more problematic. She wasn’t