The moment Lucas walked into her room, a cold weight settled over his chest.
He could tell something was wrong.
Very wrong.
Her things were gone, her clothes, her books, even the small trinkets she always left on the nightstand. The realization hit him.
“No,” he muttered, his voice low.
She was gone.
He stormed through the room, flinging open drawers and cabinets, but found nothing but emptiness.
A dull, hollow ache began to spread through his chest. His fists clenched, his jaw tightened. She wouldn’t just leave. Not like this.
Lucas stormed into his office, slamming the door shut behind him. His chest heaved with anger, his fists clenched so tightly his knuckles turned white.
He paced around like a caged animal. His mind replayed the last conversation they’d had, the look of b
