Chapter 7

Third person's pov Damien couldn't stay in the ceremonial venue anymore, he couldn't face everyone. He rushed back to his office. There he sat alone, the door locked, the curtains drawn. The room was silent except for the sound of his breathing—uneven, ragged, and on the edge of breaking. Beside him, the coffin lay open. A single folded note rested on the lid. He had overlooked it before—too consumed by the sight of her body. But now, with the noise of the world shut out, he noticed...