He ran after her, but she had already walked out through the main entrance. He burst out of the hospital just in time to see a cab pulling away, its roof light flashing once in the sun as it sped toward the airport.
Spencer told himself it couldn't have been Carmen. Even if she was furious right now, she wouldn't really leave.
He didn't spare another second on it and raced home as fast as he could.
He shoved the front door open. Her slippers were still by the bed. The diffuser by the door hadn't been touched. But the whole house felt hollow, so quiet it was eerie.
The closet door hung open, her entire side stripped bare, only a few empty hangers dangling. All her skincare was gone from the vanity, and nothing was left but the cold, bare mirror, reflecting his own ashen face.
He refuse
