Chapter 172

ANDREA'S POV The aching loneliness didn't hit until I closed the door of my New York house behind me, leaned against the wood, and stared into the empty blackness. Slivers of illumination from the moon outside shone between gaps in the drapes, casting ghostly patterns that danced eerily. The twins and I had made this place a home before we went to Italy, but we hadn't returned since we came back. And after living with Kade, sharing his bed for weeks, this place felt strange, different, lonely. Fuck, I missed Kade. When I closed my eyes, the image of him lying in his—our—bed, pleading with his eyes for me to stay, plagued me. Did I make a mistake? Should I have waited it out? With a heavy sigh, I slid down to the floor. Dust and the smell of neglect were thick in the air, but that's not what threatened to choke me. It was the ache spreading in my chest, stabbing at my heart, that made tears well up in my eyes. I pressed the heel of my palms against them to stifle the tears knowing that