Chapter 12

"Emmy?" William flipped on the light, his voice echoing through the empty house. Silence. His gaze swept the room, a knot of dread tightening in his chest. He made his way to the bedroom. The closet doors stood wide open. All of Emily's clothes were gone. Her usual skincare bottles had vanished from the dresser, leaving behind only a fine layer of dust. And the photo frame that once held a picture of them together now sat empty. The photo itself had been ripped to shreds and tossed in the trash. William slumped onto the bed. That was when he noticed a sticky note on the nightstand. In Emily's delicate handwriting, it read, "We're done." His hand trembled as he picked it up, the paper fluttering from his grasp a moment later. He looked around the room in a daze, only now beginning to grasp just how completely Emily had wiped every trace of herself from this place. She was gone. How could she just walk away without a word? No. She wouldn't just throw away eight years of their lif