#Chapter 132 - Lonely Nights

Aldo I hated waking up alone. The bed felt unfathomably colder since Layla moved out. Each day, I kept silently praying and hoping that she would want to come back. Last night had been yet another pointless attempt at me trying to get some stitch of rest. But it was a pointless endeavor from the start. All I could do was lay there, wide awake, and think about everything that was going on. I’d contemplated several times, going to the other side of the house to be with Layla. Yet, each time, I held myself back. I knew she wanted her space. A reprieve from the ongoing insanity. Sadly, it was obvious that she couldn’t find that sense of peace in me. I’d always reinforced the notion of letting her know that she could always come to me when something was bothering her. During hard times, I wanted to be that shoulder for her to lean on. At night, I wanted to be able to hold her and promise to wipe away all the negative things that haunted her thoughts. I knew the weight of th