Dante stumbled backward, his gaze hollow as he stared at the hotel entrance in utter disbelief. The wedding had been canceled.
“Ms. Ford canceled the wedding herself,” the hotel employee added quietly.
Maria’s expression turned icy at once. She questioned Dante, “What’s going on? Today’s the wedding day, but where is she? Didn’t you say that everything had already been arranged?”
Dante’s throat was all clammed up. It took him a while to squeeze out the words, “I don’t know…”
His hand trembled around his phone as he called me, only to receive a robotic message saying that the number he dialed was unavailable. I’d turned off my phone.
place empty. The couch was smooth and tidy,
With a sinking feeling in his heart, he rushed to the apartment like a madman, but he found the g
as if no one had sat on it recently. My things were gone from the bathroom, and the closet was half empty as well.
Even the picture of the two of us that was usually on the dining table was gone.
Dante was stupefied.
I’d done such a thorough job of leaving that it felt as though I’d completely vanished from this house and his life.
