I went back to my house, half expecting to see someone waiting for me.
Waiting to kill me, put me out of my misery.
Instead, I was met with cold, hollow silence that caved in on me all at once—questions, anger, grief. I hated myself. I blamed myself.
Could I even say I searched for Avril—truly searched—when she had been right here all along? In the same city. Breathing the same air. Only a hand’s reach away, and I still couldn’t find her.
I rang Theo's phone over and over again but he wasn't picking my calls.
Rage flooded me. I ripped off my tie, shrugged out of my jacket, unbuttoned my shirt as I stormed into the gym. My fists met the punching bag over and over again, blow after blow, each strike fueled by guilt and fury. I kept hitting it, desperate to feel relief—but I felt nothi
