Xander sat slumped in the corner of his once grand, echoing bedroom. The curtains were half drawn, letting in a cold shaft of moonlight that only made the place feel emptier. A half-empty bottle of whiskey rested on the floor beside him, its glass neck still damp from his last swig. His shirt was unbuttoned, his tie loose, and his face was pale and unshaven.The room smelled faintly of liquor and dust a scent that clung to his clothes, his breath, even his thoughts. He’d been out all day again, driving through streets he barely remembered, searching for any trace of June. He had combed through busy markets, narrow alleys, and forgotten neighborhoods, showing strangers a worn photograph of her and the baby. But every answer was the same shakes of the head, sympathetic frowns, some not even bothering to look.Now, he was here, back in this hollow mansion that once felt like power and security but now felt like a grave."I was deceived, June," he muttered, his voice hoarse and cracking.
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