CALEB’S POV
She was gone.
It had been days. The bed still smelled like her, faint traces of her perfume clinging to the sheets, but no sign of her. No notes. No calls. Just... vanished.
I tore through the apartment again, like maybe I’d missed something the first five times. Her clothes were still in the drawer. The phone I smashed still laid in pieces in the trash. Nothing out of place. Except her.
I slammed the cabinet shut and grabbed a glass, filling it with the scotch I’d started keeping closer and closer to the bed. My hands were shaking. From anger? Panic? I didn’t know anymore. I hated the feeling.
Where the hell did she go?
Did she run off to that rich bastard?
I pictured Alexander’s smug, polished face, and the rage boiled over. My glass flew across the room, shatte
