Novel & Cerita Then She Was Gone Book Summary

Then, I recalled the way she smiled while talking about the architecture in Boston. I see. She must have gone to Boston to work on a project, or maybe Chicago. I tried to convince myself this was all it was about, that she was just going on a business trip. Perhaps she was just checking out a new development project out of spite. “I see,” I grunted curtly. However, I felt a strange and cold emptiness inside me. The feeling could only be described as sand slipping through my fingers. The more I tried to hold on, the faster it slipped away.

"Take your time. What happened?" George sat, took a deep breath, and said heavily, "It's Kendra. She was attacked." My stomach dropped. My hand curled into a tight fist. "When?" "Yesterday, on the road leading to the base. She's at the hospital now," George replied. I grabbed my coat and bolted out the door. I drove like a madman toward the hospital, my heart pounding in my chest. When I arrived, Kendra had already lost all vital signs and was covered with a white sheet.

She’s gone. I stared at the nurse, waiting for her to say something else, something like, “Wait—there’s been a mistake,” or “She’s stable, I’m sorry, I got the name wrong.” But she didn’t. She turned and walked away slowly, respectfully—leaving destruction in her wake. I took a step back. My knees buckled. She’s gone. No more sketchbook. No more late-night phone calls. No more crooked smile as she told me I was annoying and adorable in the same breath. No more star gazing. No more bracelets.

I stood in the library with books scattered everywhere and realized I'd just lost her in a completely different way than I'd feared. Not to another person. To the version of herself she was becoming. --- I found Zane in the guest quarters an hour later. He was reading. Looked up when I entered. "She's gone," I said. "Where?" "I don't know. Away. Somewhere I can't follow." Zane set down his book slowly. "What happened?" I told him. Everything. How she'd become cold. How the community was worried. How I'd tried to help and she'd interpreted it as control. How she'd essentially told me not to wait for her to come back.

In the end, the chip that was meant to protect me had become a tool to hurt me. She kneeled on the floor, clutching the pillow I had left behind, crying bitterly. The pillow still carried a faint scent of shampoo, a smell once familiar to her. “I was wrong… I really know I was wrong…” Susie sobbed like a child. “Why didn’t I realize it sooner? Why did I destroy that love with my own hands?” However, the room answered only with her own echo. The person who had once loved her deeply had long gone, leaving with all his scars.

I didn't think she was so ruthless as to want to murder for Jayden's sake. I often had nightmares and suffered from claustrophobia due to her evil actions, which caused me to suffer mentally for a long time. Fortunately, Caspian stayed with me every step of the way and accompanied me through those dark days. I fell in love with him, the man who pampered me and gave me a unique identity. Jayden once regarded me as his saving light. Who would've known that Caspian would turn out to be my salvation? I held Caspian's hand and said with unnatural calm, "We can't let her get away, dear."

Hated that he was making me wait when my patience was already worn thin. “She’s gone.” He said, making me frown in confusion. “The Omega, the wolfless Omega. She is gone.” The world seemed to tilt, just for a second. “What do you mean gone? Where the hell could an Omega without a wolf just disappear too? Especially not caught or seen.”

She always had. But she was gone.

“He’s not gone. He’s just waiting. You’ve only delayed the inevitable.” And then without another word, she vanished, her body dissipating into smoke.

“She wanted us to know she was gone. But she didn’t want us to chase her. She left the phone so we wouldn’t panic. The journal so we’d understand. She didn’t run. She left. There’s a difference.” Margaret’s breath caught. And just like that, the last thread of denial snapped. This wasn’t a prank. It wasn’t a test. It wasn’t a mistake. It was real. Sophia was gone. And she had done it with purpose. With pain. With love. Margaret turned away, pressing a hand to her mouth. The kitchen blurred. The walls seemed to close in. She thought of the little girl who used to run into their room during thunderstorms, climbing into their bed, whispering, “I’m scared, Mommy.” She thought of the teenager who