CINNAMON:
The cabin was quiet without him.
I’d thought I wanted that. Instead, I got emptiness. I missed his attitude, his nagging and the noise he made just by existing.
I sat on the couch, staring at the cold fireplace, trying to focus on the analysis of the note I had been drafting for this project. Nothing made sense because my brain refused to process anything except his absence.
Dante had been gone for seven hours now and I still had no idea where he'd disappeared to or why.
"Take care of things until I'm back." That was it. No explanation or timeline or reassurance that he'd actually return.
Just those six words and then the helicopter, lifting off and leaving me stranded in the one place that I had a bad memory of with a fake engagement.
My mind wouldn't stop spinning toxic
