Eugene's POV
The silence of the house didn’t just return; it collapsed in on me like a physical weight.
I sat at the kitchen island, the exact spot where Flora had been sitting just hours before, staring at the empty barstool next to me. The laptop was still open in front of me, the screen glowing with unread corporate emails that required my immediate attention. But for the first time in my entire career, the words on the screen looked like completely meaningless static.
My mind was entirely trapped in the study downstairs.
I could still smell her. The sharp, sweet scent of her perfume mixed with the raw, heavy aroma of our shared release was still clinging to the fabric of my shirt. Every time I breathed in, she was there. I looked down at my hands, my palms still carrying the phant
