Carson sat alone in his car, parked on a dimly lit street, staring blankly at the steering wheel. His suit jacket lay crumpled beside him, and the silence inside the vehicle pressed down like a heavy fog.
For the first time in years, he didn’t know where he belonged. The world that had once revolved around him now felt like it had spun completely out of his control.
He rubbed his tired eyes and leaned back against the seat. Anabelle’s face flashed before him—her gentle smile, her calm voice, her kindness.
But the image that haunted him most was not of her love, but of her walking away from him. Strong. Confident. Changed.
“She doesn’t need me anymore,” he whispered, his voice hoarse.
He slammed his fist lightly against the steering wheel, frustration tightening his chest. He had des
