46. Always Watching.

Dorian’s POV

I stood atop the staircase and watched April drag her bags downstairs. She was only going for a few weeks. Why the hell did she have two big bags packed?

I continued watching her as she talked to her friend, and as soon as she slammed the door shut, I hurried to her room.

I opened her door and marched to her wardrobe. I threw it open and surveyed the contents carefully. She still had a lot of stuff in her closet, and it barely seemed anything had been taken.

A lot of her clothes and shoes were still very much intact, as well as other items.

I closed the wardrobe and surveyed around the room. My eyes finally came to rest on her dressing table.

Something was gone from there.

I stared hard before it finally clicked, and I saw that it wasn't there anymore.

She had taken it; she had taken the music box.

My mind began to turn gears. Why would she take the music box with her? What was she planning?

As I thought, I felt my mind go down a rusty memory lane back to when we were y