Kylo's presence lingered in every corner of the house, a haunting reminder of the life we shared—the life that had been stolen from me. As I moved through the rooms, I could almost hear his laughter, see his small hands tugging on my dress, begging for just one more story before bed. But now, the rooms were silent, and I was left alone to erase the traces of our time together. Each toy I packed away, each piece of clothing I folded, felt like I was erasing him from existence, and it shattered me. My tears fell unchecked as I clutched his belongings, my heart breaking with every item that vanished into the suitcase.
But it had to be done. I couldn’t stay here any longer, surrounded by the ghosts of what could have been. I had to leave—leave this house, this pack, and the man who had never truly been mine.
Dragging my suitcase down the stairs, I froze as I came face-to-face with Caspian. He was carrying Ophelia, her arms wrapped around his neck as if she belonged there. His face, usually so cold and distant, was etched with concern as he brushed past me without so much as a glance, treating me like a stranger in my own home.