The rain did not stop that night.
It poured endlessly, turning the city streets into rivers of blurred lights and reflections. Sheila remained on the bench far longer than she should have, her clothes soaked, her hair clinging to her face, her fingers numb from the cold. But she barely felt any of it. The storm outside was nothing compared to the one tearing through her chest.
By the time she finally stood, her legs trembled beneath her, weak from exhaustion and grief. She didn’t remember deciding to leave. She just… moved. Each step felt mechanical, like her body was operating while her mind remained frozen on that single message.
Stop looking for him.
The words echoed like a curse she couldn’t escape.
She returned to her apartment instead of the penthouse. She couldn’t go back there
