Chapter Eighty-Six

AURORA

I'm tired, tired of the questions, the fake assurance. I hate it, I don't want to hear another "it'll be okay" speech because it will never be okay.

My baby, my Layla was taken from me and nothing will ever be okay again. I miss her so much, I don't know why life plays such dirty games with me. I'm always getting the worst of it, and this time I thought I would have something good, but no fate tore that joy from me in seconds, slow excruciatingly painful seconds.

I've been kidnapped, trafficked, raped, beaten, tortured in the worst ways possible and maybe yes, I did deserve those events but never taking my child away. I don't deserve to feel this loss, I don't deserve to feel this broken, to have my child taken from me, I don't deserve to grieve a living child but here I am, mourning her loss while another celebrates the gain.

Layla is everything to me, she's my will to live and someone took her. To everyone she might just be a child but to me, they took my spirit, my happiness