Olivia Westview
James didn’t walk me to the door, no lingering kisses before I left, no playful smirks that lingered in my head all day. I felt the absence of his presence like a hollow ache in my chest.
William stood near the front door, hands folded neatly in front of him. When I glanced around for James, William seemed to read my expression.
“He left already,” he said simply.
I froze for a moment, not knowing what to say. “Oh,” I finally murmured. “I didn’t know.”
William gave me a polite smile, though there was something else in his expression—sympathy, maybe? Or was that my imagination too?
The driver opened the door to the sleek black car waiting outside, and I slid into the backseat, the door closing with a soft thud behind me. The engine purred to life, and as we pulled away
