"She's gone."
Damien stared at the empty room. Celeste's bag was missing. Her laptop was gone. Even the small bracelet she always left on the nightstand had disappeared.
She'd left him.
He slammed his fist in opposition to the wall. Ache shot through his knuckles however he barely felt it. Nothing hurts worse than the hollow in his chest right now.
Marcus showed up at the door. "Sir, we've checked everywhere. No sign of her."
"Check again," Damien said. His voice came out rough. "She can't just disappear."
But she had. Just like she always said she would.
Marcus looked uncomfortable. "Should I contact the team in Geneva?"
"No." Damien ran his hand through his hair. "She doesn't want to be found. Not by me."
The truth hurt worse than anything. Celeste had asked if he knew about her
