C10 CHLOE'S POV

As the days stretched into weeks, the weight of guilt bore down on me like a heavy burden. Every passing moment without Layla only served to deepen the despair that hung over the office like a shroud.

One day, as I was lost in a whirlwind of thoughts and regrets, George, Layla's husband, approached me with a haunted look in his eyes.

"Chloe," he said, his voice barely above a whisper