Hans POV:
The night I entered home, I saw it cold, dark and empty. There was no light in the kitchen, no Jessica in the hall or no smell of the delicacies that she cooked. The broken vase lay on the floor and everything single thing remained untouched. The scene of her leaving replayed over and over again as I entered the house.
All these years I’d never come home to an empty house. She was always there, I would always find her in the kitchen cooking something she was experimenting on or I’d find her asleep on the couch awaiting me. I remember how I’d carry her to bed when she’d fall asleep waiting for me. Her love and care gave me the courage to do anything.
I looked around and saw sticky notes on the walls. She would always leave me a sticky note if I’d come home late or if she was wo
