Chapter 7

Nolan's POV The house was too quiet. Nolan hated the silence. He sat on the large leather sofa in the living room. The television was off. The lights were off. It was Wednesday evening. Three days since Talia moved out. He stared at the empty kitchen. Usually, at this time, Talia would be cooking. She would be humming some soft song. The house would smell like garlic and roasting herbs. Now, the house smelled like dust and stale air. Nolan held a glass of expensive whiskey in his hand....