The light was so bright it illuminated every corner of the room.
Annabelle Linton's things were gone from the vanity, making it look much emptier.
He looked at the spacious bedroom—the large bed, the huge wardrobe, the sofa, the computer...
Even though everything was arranged just as it had always been, he couldn't shake the feeling that something was missing...
A faint, elegant scent of orchid lingered in the room.
It was there, and yet it wasn't.
Leona Grant frowned as he surveyed the bedroom he had lived in for years. A subtle, unprecedented sense of desolation bloomed deep within him.
He stood there for a long time with an indifferent expression before finally flipping the switch off again.
He went downstairs, got in his car, and left.
That night was exceptionally quiet. There was no one left to feel sorrow or regret over his departure.
...
The next day, Leona Grant didn't come back.
