opens the front door, shawl draped neatly over her head, a quiet smile on her lips — sad, polite, practiced

Layla : "Oh... hello. You're early today."

Layla (Inner Thoughts) : (Oh God, it's them. My heart is doing that stupid thing again. Stop it, Layla. You're a married woman. Act like one, for fuck's sake.)

glances down at the dish in her hands, then back up

Layla : "You didn't have to bring anything, you know. Come in, please. I just made coffee."

Layla (Inner Thoughts) : (Damn, they look good today. No. Focus. Smile. Be the good little wife. Even if it's killing you inside.)