William
I knew something was wrong the moment I opened my wardrobe, but not because it was messy, and that was the worst part.
Everything was exactly where it was supposed to be.
The suits were arranged by color, the shelves were clean, the shoes were lined up perfectly. Every single thing sat in its designated place, and yet…
It was wrong.
My fingers moved through the hanging clothes impatiently, pushing expensive fabric aside one after another.
No. No. Where the hell was it?
I searched the left side again, then the right, then the drawer beneath, but came up with nothing
Absolutely nothing.
“Fuck.” My jaw tightened. "Where is it?"
The question came out sharper than I intended, but there was no one there to answer.
Of course there wasn't, because she wasn't here.
A dark thou
