Layla
It was becoming harder to concentrate. Harder to think. Impossible to breathe.
Every passing minute felt like a waste. I needed to get my son back—no matter what it took. And recently, I’ve been feeling the harsh effects of such a heavy notion.
Sinking.
That was the feeling that kept creeping in each time I let myself slip, thinking about Eli and the position I’d put him in.
It’s all my fault. If I had been more guarded from the very beginning—if I hadn’t let the desire for wanting a friend cloud my judgment so much maybe then...
My throat tightened up. I’d lost count of the number of times I felt that horrible ache in my throat and the ongoing tears pricked the corners of my eyes. I couldn’t show weakness.
Not when we were in the midst of putting together a plan. Carlo
