By the time Broderick wrapped everything up, the clock had already hit midnight.
His usually calm, icy gaze was now shadowed by a hint of redness around the eyes.
As he reached his bedroom door, he paused without realizing it.
Back then, every time he opened the door, there'd always be some unexpected "surprise" waiting for him.
He let out a deep breath, then slowly pushed open the door.
Total darkness.
After a few seconds, once his eyes adjusted, the light from outside filtered in through the open curtains. Just like he'd left it this morning, that bed was untouched-neat and cold-with nothing on it but the pillow and blanket.
It really is driving him mad.
Broderick let out a wry chuckle. What exactly was he hoping for?
He flicked on the light, brightening the
