Chapter 228: Aiden’s stroller

As expected the night was torture for Arya, she didn't dare lie down, afraid of what she'd see in her dreams tonight.

Luke had sent a driver to retrieve Arya’s car so she held her phone while staring at the stars from the balcony. The chair she sat on still had Aiden’s scent and she couldn’t stop crying.

How can what felt like heaven a few hours ago suddenly become hell?

Such is the pain of longing,

It casts a vague appearance in the memories and leaves behind fragments of pieces that end up becoming history.

With time they start to feel warm in the heart, no longer the cold of the void space left behind but even the warmth is just the heart’s coping mechanism, nothing can truly replace the missing piece.

Above all, it’s the guilt that eats deep into the heart that does the most damage, maybe if things were different seeing a brighter light would be possible sooner than later but that’s never the case.

And that’s definitely not the case here!

Arya clenched her chest tighter,