Salvatore's POV
The days became torture. The nights were a worse reminder of the nightmare my life finally descended tragically. I ravaged every city and had my men searching furiously but she was nowhere to be found. The train cameras showed when she entered the train and alighted the city and after that no clue on her whereabouts. What if she left to a far away town or what if she had planned this for a while? But she needed money, clothes and housing to be able to hide perfectly. She had none of that, not the wedding ring I could guess could be sold, nothing at all. She left everything, and fled. Her letter is still on my table. I read it each night with a whiskey in hand to mourn my losses.
Nothing smelled like her anymore. Her light has gone with the sunshine she brings to my
