The next morning, sunlight spilled through the curtains and fell across the bed.
Adrian rolled over, instinctively reaching for the person beside him but found nothing. He opened his eyes and touched only a sheet of cold, empty fabric. A bad feeling rose instantly in his chest.
"Anya… where are you?" He called out several times, but the house remained silent.
Grabbing his phone, he froze when he saw the time; he had slept for a full ten hours, not even hearing his alarm.
Adrian searched the empty house several times. He even checked between the sofa cushions, but there was no sign of Anya.
On the table sat a diamond ring. It was the one he had personally designed for her. Now it lay alone inside a velvet box, without even a single note beside it.
Adrian stared at it, suddenly remembe
