Dario POVSilence reverberates through the marble hallways of the estate, a chilly reminder of Layla's absence. She has been a ghost for a month, sneaking out at dawn to see Dave or working at Harmony Haven's miserable front desk, her trainers squeaking against the flooring to keep me at bay. Our conversations are brief, terse nods over breakfast, courteous whispers when Andrew takes her to the hospital, her eyes flitting from mine. Sometimes I see her in the corridor, a shadow, her hazel eyes wary, suspicions etched into her scowl. It pierces deeper than I acknowledge; she has created a wall that I am unable to overcome.With my hands holding the rims until my knuckles hurt, I wheel through the estate, the buzz of my chair a lonely rhythm. Her avoidance is a slow poison that erodes the tenuous bond we've held since our marriage, but I don't want to force her to face me out of pride or fear, I'm not sure which. My phone buzzes as I'm in my study, with contracts and a half-empty glass
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