Cindy
The air in the room was heavy, almost suffocating, as I stepped inside. Kimberly’s scent lingered, faintly sweet and familiar, clinging to the sheets that lay disheveled on the bed. My gaze flicked around the room—over the crumpled blanket, the open wardrobe, and the small mirror hanging slightly askew on the wall. It was an ordinary room, yet it felt charged with something unsaid, something recent.
I swallowed hard, my throat dry. I could sense it in the air, what had happened here before I arrived. The fight. The tears. The tension that always seemed to surround Kimberly and Kendrick like a storm cloud.
But even more than that, I could feel him. His presence was woven into every corner of this room, as if the very walls had absorbed his essence. Kendrick.
For a moment, I let m
