Three days.
Three damn days since she disappeared without a trace.
I walk into the house and the silence swallows me. The wall clock marks every second like a hammer striking my head. The sofa still has the mark from the last time she sat there, the cushion sunken in, and I catch myself staring at it like an i***t, trying to understand how Manu had the courage. The courage to leave, to disappear... to break the sacred pact we made before God.
I take a deep breath and walk through the living room, my footsteps echoing in the emptiness. Her scent is still soaked into the walls, into the bedsheet that now feels too cold. I open the wardrobe just to see if my suspicions are real: some clothes are missing, but not all. Clever. She took just enough for me to believe she's close, that she's st
