That morning, she was taking pills. He asked if she was sick, and she casually said it was just a cold.
No wonder she had lost so much weight in just half a year.
No wonder she looked so drained, not even wanting to talk to him. He thought she was just being cold and distant.
The regret hit William like a tidal wave in the dark, rising fast and choking. His throat ached, and his grip tightened so hard around the pill box that it got crushed in his hand.
Outside, night had fully fallen. Darkness crept in through the windows, filling the quiet and empty villa, pressing down on William’s straight back and tense shoulders.
Why hadn’t he asked a few more questions that day? Why didn’t he care a little more?
Why did he walk away so easily?
How did she even manage to surviv
