Chapter 9

Damien sat in the dark, the wedding ring still in his hand, staring at nothing. The air was choking him, but he didn’t move. He couldn’t. A faint buzzing broke the silence. It came from somewhere near the bed. He stood slowly, sharpening his senses. There, half-hidden under one of the pillows—Vanessa’s phone. She must've forgotten it after sneaking in earlier, probably looking for him. Part of him wanted to throw it out the window. But another part… the part that was falling apart...