Jack's POV
I bolted out the front door of Simpson mansion, my lungs burning as the frigid November air hit my throat.
Anna was just reaching the iron gates, her figure silhouetted against the twilight sky.
"Anna, wait!" I called, my voice sounding pathetically desperate even to my own ears. "Let me help you find him."
She turned, her eyes meeting mine for the briefest moment. In that split second, I saw nothing but ice -all warmth that had once been reserved for me now extinguished completely.
"Not necessary," she replied, her voice flat and empty. No hesitation, no consideration. She slid into the waiting car without a backward glance.
I stood frozen as her car pulled away, my chest constricting with a pain that felt almost physical. Was this really all that remained of our relationship? The couple who had once shared everything, now couldn't share even a moment of basic humanity.
Without thinking, I hurried back to my car and followed her at a distance.
