Chapter 8

Dean groaned, sinking into his office swivel chair. He covered his face with his hands, sliding them down before finally looking up at the ceiling. As he navigated the stresses of work, the weight of reality pressed upon him. Kaitlyn, his wife, had vanished, leaving behind only divorce papers and fragments of Ashenwood's assets.

The perplexity of her sudden disappearance lingered, leaving no breadcrumbs for him to follow. Amidst the jigsaw puzzle of emotions, Dean acknowledged his shortcomings. He'd brought other women into their shared space, a home that once held the warmth of friendship. Now, in the aftermath of her absence, he couldn't escape the realization that, deep down, he still cared.

With a heavy sigh, he let his mind drift to simpler times, recalling high school days when Kaitlyn's gestures of friendship stood out amidst the transient romances. She'd approach him like a clingy girlfriend, offering homemade meals, sharing her happy thoughts, and extending invitations to her