It's been a week already.
A week of helplessly searching for my wife.
Still no news.
My eyes remained fixed on the papers scattered across my desk, as though I could focus on them long enough to drown out the noise in my head.
Sophia was here again. This time, in my office.
She didn't wait for permission. She stepped inside, and before I could stop her, she was at my side, leaning down as if offering some twisted version of comfort. I wanted to ignore her. I wanted to shut her out, but something was off about her tone.
"Aiden," she began, her voice laced with an eerie calm, "I have news. Caitlin's body… It's been found."
For a moment, the words didn't make sense. The blood drained from my face, and the world seemed to tilt on its axis. Caitlin… Caitlin was dead. She was gone. But
