Chapter 26
Caleb’s POV
On Sunday afternoon, I drove to the Willow Creek apartment for the first time since everything fell apart, although I hadn’t planned to.
Lately, I’d gotten into the habit of driving without a destination whenever the penthouse started feeling too quiet and cold. The silence there pressed against my skull in a way that made it impossible to sit still for long, so I drove.
Sometimes downtown, sometimes nowhere.
This time, without realizing it, I ended up on the familiar roads leading back to Willow Creek.
The city slowly thinned around me. Glass buildings gave way to smaller stores, then tree-lined streets, then the neat suburban grid I had driven through thousands of times over the last years. Every turn felt automatic, muscle memory taking over long before my m
