Dominic
I was still in my office when the last meeting ended, sitting behind my desk with the lights dimmed, my phone face down beside my laptop. The room was quiet except for the low hum of the air conditioner and the sound of my fingers tapping once, twice, against the wood. I wasn’t working anymore. I hadn’t been for a while.
All I could think about was the fact that I hadn’t seen Madelyn’s face properly in days.
Before I woke up, she was already gone. I’d roll over and the bed would be empty, the space beside me cold, like she hadn’t been there at all after dragging her there from the guest room. When I came home, sometimes her car wasn’t in the driveway. Other times it was, but she still wasn’t around. Overtime. Late meetings. Extra projects. Any excuse not to be home.
Leana said
