That night, Rhys returned home. The penthouse felt cold, empty, and dark. He stood at the entrance for a long moment with a loosened tie. Dark circles sat beneath his eyes with stubbles covering his jaw. His clothes hung looser now. Work had become the only thing keeping him sane.

He took on different cases and stayed in long hours meetings. Rhys did anything to avoid returning here. To the silence and place that no longer held Lena. He walked past the couch she used to sleep on, past the kitchen mug she liked, and past her blanket. Everything still smelled faintly like her.

He felt his chest bleeding. She...