The city lights glowed through the glass walls of the penthouse.
Landon walked in. Exhausted. Shirt half undone. Face blank.
He dropped his keys on the counter. The sound echoed in the emptiness. Too loud. Too final.
The place felt different tonight. Colder. More sterile.
Like a museum. Not a home.
He pulled off his watch. Set it down. Ran his hand through his hair.
All he wanted was sleep. Maybe oblivion. Anything to stop thinking about this morning.
About Sienna walking away. Barefoot. Broken.
About the words he'd said. The lies he'd told.
He told himself he didn't care. That she meant nothing. That it was better this way.
But the silence in the apartment pressed down on him. Heavy. Suffocating.
He walked down the hallway toward the bedroom. Each step f
