Lena stepped into the house slowly. The moment the door shut behind her, silence wrapped around her. Her chest tightened. Everything was exactly the same. Just like Theon said. Nothing had changed. She had left this place months ago without looking back. At that time, she had been too overwhelmed to carry anything with her. She only told the landlord to rent the place out. Turns out… Theon owned it now. Lena swallowed hard as her gaze moved around the familiar living room. There were traces of him everywhere.

A black jacket hung lazily over the couch, and a coffee mug sat near the television stand. Even the faint scent...