Robert returned home and went straight to the third floor. It was the first time he had ever stepped into the place where Claire had once lived.
On the way up, regret weighed heavily on him. He could not understand how he had overlooked such an important place for so long.
Victoria had sent him countless messages and made endless phone calls, but he ignored every single one of them.
When he reached the third floor, a strange sense of emptiness and unfamiliarity hit him like a wave.
There was not even the faintest trace left of Claire's existence.
Robert stood on the bedroom door and took two deep breaths before pushing it open.
The first thing that entered his sight was the wedding photo on the wall, torn in half.
With a sharp ripping sound, it felt as if something inside his chest
