YELENA
A whole week had passed.
Seven long days of knocking on doors that never opened, of questions that led nowhere, of hope rising and crashing in the same breath.
The police searched for Tyler everywhere they could think of. I followed them once, all the way to his house. I stood at the gate, my hands were shaking, my heart was beating so loud I thought everyone could hear it.
But he wasn’t there.
The house was empty and cold like he had never lived in it at all.
That was it. Just like that.
Everything I thought I had... every laugh, every soft moment, every promise I believed in was gone. We didn’t even last a year. Not even close.
Each time his face crossed my mind, tears slid down before I could stop them. I tried to be strong. I really did. I woke up every morning telling
