A Hard Goodbye

LAYLA

It was very difficult and I knew it was a very tough decision for him to make too.

I didn't want to look at him.

My eyes stayed fixed on the dying fire in the hearth, the soft gleam fluttering across the room and I wanted the fire to burn again, so it could have me staring at it and help in distracting me.

Del Morino stood across from me, near the table. He hadn't said anything for a while. But I could feel the weight of his eyes on me, heavy, tired eyes. Strong, steady ...