Dylan’s POV
I continued to look at the broken lamp like it would magically glue itself back together.
Ally… My wife… She left me.
I got up and made my way to the door.
I stopped in the middle of the room only to glance back in hopes that she would appear on the bed.
When she didn’t, I looked ahead, took a deep breath, and walked out.
“What are you doing here?” Brody asked with a smile when I walked back into the office.
I just stood there with the paper still in my hand.
“Dylan?” he asked and stopped what he was doing.
His smile faded as he took a look at my face.
“What happened?” he asked with a worried expression.
“She left,” I mumbled barely audible.
“What?”
“She left,” I repeated. “She left me.”
“Wha… Ally?” he whispered.
I held the paper forward. Brody’s eyes w
