Amelia noticed the missed calls first.
Eight of them.
All from Theo.
She stared at her phone, thumb hovering over the screen as the penthouse windows reflected the city lights back at her. The calls hadn’t come all at once—they were spaced out, persistent, careful. The kind that said concern instead of urgency, but somehow weighed heavier.
Her chest tightened.
She hadn’t told him where she was. Hadn’t told anyone. Still, guilt crept in, unwelcome and sharp. Theo’s voice from earlier that day echoed faintly in her head.
You don’t sound okay, Amelia.
She locked her phone and set it aside, exhaling slowly. She didn’t want to think about him. Not now. Not when everything already felt off-balance.
The penthouse was too quiet.
Too polished.
Too full of Ethan.
She could feel him even w
