Cayland
I hurry down the stairs to the visitorsâ lounge, eager to see Leonard whoâs just arrived in Cayland this morning to see me.
Across the room, he finishes his breakfast, the last of his toast crunching under his bite. Iâve opted for a casual look today, a stark contrast to Leonardâs always polished appearance.
He meets my gaze, waving me over. âMorning, Duke.â
âFinished with breakfast already?â I greet him as I walk in.
âLong ago,â Leonard responds with a grin. âIt was great. Heading out now?â
âIn a bit,â I reply. âWanna come?â
âNo, Iâve got a pile of work, thanks to you,â he smirks, teasing me.
I laugh at his comment.
âHow did the meeting with GEM go?â I ask, changing the subject.
âLonger than expected, but we nailed it,â he says, a note of satisfaction in his voice.
âSmart move,â I compliment him.
âWeâre going to have to cut some departments next year,â he says, his tone turning serious.
âYeah, I wanted to talk to you about that. The place needs a shake-up,â I agree.
Silence settles between us, the unspoken implications hanging unsaid. The reality of potential layoffs casts a shadow over our conversation.
âHow long are you staying here?â
âThree more weeks,â I tell him.
âThree weeks?â he repeats, clearly surprised.
âYeah.â
He frowns slightly. âWhat about Aisling? She canât stay there for that long.â
A pang of guilt strikes, and I avert my gaze. âHowâs she doing?â
Leonard leans back, searching for words. âSheâs mostly indoors. Though I did hear she went out with a friend last night.â
My heart leaps at this tidbit. The mental image of Aisling smiling, maybe laughing, provides some solace. But the underlying worry remains a persistent ache. Iâm grateful sheâs safe but anxious about how sheâs really coping with everything.
âAnd she stopped by the pharmacy for a medication last night.â
âWhat exact medication did they see?â I push Leonard for more details.
âHe didnât see it,â he replies.
âIs Aisling sick or something?â I canât help but worry.
âI donât know,â he admits, his uncertainty matching mine.
âShe visited a pharmacy,â I begin, feeling sick to my stomach. âIâm just worried she might be unwell.â
Leonardâs brow furrows. âThat doesnât necessarily mean anything. Maybe she just needed some painkillers.â
âIâm headed to Rutland,â I say, watching for Leonardâs reaction. âOver the weekend. Meeting with Aislingâs father.â
He blinks, genuinely surprised. âWhy?â
I take a deep breath, finding the strength to say whatâs been weighing on me. âHer brother and I spoke. Aisling is considering meeting with a divorce attorney.â
Leonardâs face contorts with shock and disbelief. âA divorce? You two have been through so much together.â
âYeah,â I reply, the reality of it sinking in.
âThat canât happen, Duke. You canât let it,â he says, his voice firm.
I sigh deeply, the weight of the situation pressing down on me. âIâm not even sure if I want to get back together,â I confess, feeling torn.
âWhat are you saying, Duke?â Leonardâs bewildered.
âIâve been thinking⦠maybe divorce isnât the worst option,â I admit, surprised at my own words.
âDuke, no. Whatâs gotten into you?â Leonardâs disbelief is clear.
âI talked to my priest. He gave me a lot to think about. Iâve been up all night wrestling with it,â I say, my voice breaking. âI might have to let her go, Leonard. If we got back together, things might not change. And I canât risk failing her again. The thought of hurting her moreâ¦
I canât bear it.â