(Blair’s POV)
Three days have passed since Scarlett walked out of our house, since she looked at us like we were strangers. Three days of wandering around this empty mansion, seeing her ghost in every corner.
Her favorite reading spot by the window. The kitchen table where she used to do her homework. The family photos on the mantle where she smiles so bright and genuine.
How could I have been so blind?
I pull my cardigan tighter as I walk through our neighborhood. The morning air is crisp, but it's not the cold that makes me shiver. It's the emptiness inside my chest where my heart used to be.
Mrs. Anderson from two houses down is in her front yard, laughing as her granddaughter runs circles around her. The little girl has pigtails that bounce with each step, her giggles carrying on
