Victor's POV
Two months.
That was how long it had been since Emily walked out of this house with all her lugage and whatever was left of her dignity after I handed both back to her without a second thought.
Two months, and I still couldn't sit at the dining table without looking at the chair she always used. The one on the left. The one where Lily used to sit while she stare at me when she feels I'm not seeing.
I hadn't moved that chair.
Sharon had tried to once. I told her to leave it.
She gave me a look I didn't have the energy to put a meaning on, and left it.
The investigation Charles was running had hit a wall so solid it might as well have been built.
