BRIAN

The master bedroom in the penthouse felt absolutely massive without Daisy in it. The silence was loud, echoing off the high ceilings I sat on the edge of the mattress in the dark, my tailored shirt unbuttoned at the collar and my sleeves rolled up to my elbows. My hands were resting flat on my knees, my bleeding knuckles from weeks ago completely healed into rough, jagged scars.

Every single night at exactly midnight, I sent her a text message. Just one. I didn't want to choke her. I didn't want to squeeze her with my dark, toxic obsession when the doctor said she needed pure peace to recover...