The apartment was, like… silent. Alexander stood there frozen in the middle of the bedroom, just staring. The open closet, the empty drawers, the missing clothes and all those little things, they basically yelled the same truth over and over, even if he didn’t want to hear it.
Aurora was gone.
For a few seconds he couldn’t move, couldn’t think or breathe. Then something inside him snapped, and rage came flooding in. A vase flew and hit the wall, crashing of glass went everywhere across the floor.
“Dammit!” His voice bounced around the penthouse, as it had nowhere else to go.
Gone. She was gone, after everything, after the questions, after all those lies, she had run. No, not run; she escaped because that’s what guilty people do- they escape, right?.
His jaw locked tight; the idea s
