Isabella's POV.
She woke up that morning with an ache in her heart , thinking Damian has returned, but it was all a dream. His still hasn't returned to her.she couldn't bear his absence it's killing her all she could do now, was pray for his safety.
The rain hadn't stopped since that night. It beat against the windows of the Moretti estate like a cruel reminder that the world kept moving even when her heart refused to.
Days had turned into weeks since Damian vanished. No word. No trace. No body. Nothing. Only silence that clawed at her chest with every sunrise.
She sat in his office the place that still smelled of him. The faint scent of leather and smoke lingered in the air, mocking her. His chair remained untouched, as though she feared that if she sat there, it would mean accepting he was gone.
But she wasn't ready to accept that.
