#Chapter 116 - A Growing Darkness

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 had easily assured me that this plan we were piercing together was going to work. “It may cost us a few people,” he said. “Whatever it takes to get my son back,” I muttered. I couldn’t