Without You Here By The Goo Goo Dolls Mga Nobela at Kwento

"To the company. There's an international conference call tomorrow morning." The wheels rolled over the snow with a soft crunch as we drove off. This chapter had finally, definitively, come to a close.

Ava's POV I had never owned a suit. I took a black blazer I had bought for a dinner I never wanted to attend and a pair of dark trousers that fit well enough, pinned my hair back, put on little makeup and added small gold earrings that had belonged to my mother. I looked at myself in the mirror for exactly three seconds and then I picked up my notebook and left before anyone in the house was awake. Donovan Enterprises occupied the top fourteen floors of a glass tower in the financial district that caught the morning light and threw it back at you like a warning.

Shawn's POV The moment I stepped through the door, an unnatural stillness hung over the entryway. It felt wrong. The pink fuzzy slippers Jocelyn always left by the door were gone. In the living room, the windowsill that had once been crowded with her thriving succulents was completely bare. The familiar blend of oud and fresh laundry had vanished from the air. I could barely catch a trace of it anymore. I shoved the bedroom door open like a man losing his mind, only to find Jocelyn's side of the closet picked clean.

"Please address me as Ms. Rosenfelt." "Of course, Ms. Rosenfelt. Have a good day." Leaving the jewelry store, Lily's gaze settled on her bare right hand. The bothersome ring was gone at last, and with its absence came a lighthearted sense of relief. The weather was lovely, and she set off on a solitary walk, wandering without direction. Night thickened, yet not once did Zeke reach out. Maybe she had never meant anything to him at all. Maybe her absence wouldn't stir a single thought in his mind.

I opened the messaging app and typed: [Don’t bother coming. I’m already home.] I hit send. The screen went dark. The house fell completely silent. I leaned back on my couch and closed my eyes. The small, stubborn hope I held onto finally faded.

Tony pushed open the heavy door, but the nurses stepped forward to block him. "Mr. Gambino, you can't come in here. Family members aren't allowed inside." He ignored them and shoved past. The closer he got to the covered body, the heavier his steps became. His hands trembled as he reached out and slowly pulled back the white sheet. When he saw the face beneath, he let out a shuddering breath, the sweat on his forehead finally beginning to dry. "It's not her… it's not Scarlett." The nurse who had fallen earlier scrambled up, voice shaking.