Julian's heart seized violently.
How the hell could Willa's number be out of service?
He sprinted to his waiting car, flooring the gas. But as the familiar streets flashed by, the suffocating dread in his chest metastasized.
It felt exactly as though something vital, something absolutely irreplaceable, had been permanently erased from his life.
When he finally slammed the brakes in front of his mansion, Julian instantly realized something was catastrophically wrong.
Willa wasn't in the house.
Staring at the empty estate, he found the agonizing dread completely consumed him.
He sprinted frantically up the stairs to the master suite.
The bedroom was absolutely desolate. It looked as though no one had lived there in years. Even the massive wedding portrait that used to hang abov
