Hermione’s apartment felt hollow when she returned.She kicked the door shut and stood there, standing at the neatly stacked wedding gifts lining the wall. Boxes she would never open.She grabbed a bottle of whiskey, uncorked it, and took a long drink straight from the bottle. The burn scorched her chest, but at least it dulled the pain.Taking another sip, she walked onto the balcony of her luxury apartment. She’d already terminated the lease, convinced she’d be moving in with Cole tomorrow.Now she would be homeless too.The city sprawled beneath her, glowing in the night. She leaned against the railing, staring out blankly. Any moment now, her father would call, demanding answers.She had none.He would take control, just as he always did.Her father was a traditional man who believed a woman had no business remaining unmarried past twenty-five. Hermione’s twenty-fifth birthday was rapidly approaching. He had been strict with her mother before her death, and afterward, all that rig
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