Salvatore's POV
Each day I fall deeper into the webs of depression. Lack of motivation to work or eat literally my entire soul has left my body and soon the carcass will fall apart. Each clue we get leads to nothing. Jeremy has overworked in this span than he ever did in a decade he started working for my establishment. And worse of Simon kept a clean profile and a nonexistent trail. My guilt ate me alive during the day and at night the nightmare of watching her abductor steal her bangs my brains till I'm a ball of withered ends.
My phone could be lying carelessly on a coffee table for days and I won't care if it's charged or shutting down the level of nonchalance and disinterest in life after she's gone. I managed to get a cold shower, took extra care of my overgrown stubbles, and
