Emily opened the door to his house, and his feet felt too heavy to take a step inside. Nothing felt the same anymore, especially the house he once called home. It now felt like an empty and hollow building with her absence. The image of watching her car drive away replayed in his mind, but what weighed on him most was the realization that he couldn’t have stopped her.
He knew there was no stopping her when he heard the pain in her voice, etched on her face as she shouted at him in the police station.
And now that she was gone, nothing felt the same.
Edward trudged in, his shoes clattering on the wooden stairs as he made his way to his office.
He collapsed onto the couch and turned on his computer. His butler entered soon after.
"Sir," the butler said, adjusting his tie.
Edward looked
