Chapter 124

Damon waved down the first car he saw, slid into the passenger seat, and told the driver to keep moving. No destination. Just drive. The city lights blurred past his foggy gaze as the alcohol dragged his thoughts in circles. He wasn’t even sure how long they’d been on the road when the car turned into a familiar street. And then. He was staring at the gate of the villa he once shared with Sloane. The place was dark. Still. Hollow. Something inside him twisted. “Stop,” Damon said abruptly. He got out, unsteady, feet dragging across the stone path as though something weighed him down. The front door loomed large against the night, and when he finally pushed it open. Pitch black silence swallowed him. But in the darkness… he saw her everywhere. In the kitchen, her cinnamon-colored dog-print apron hung exactly where she’d left it. She always wore it when cooking Shandong dishes, humming off-key under her breath. In the display cabinet, neatly arranged model airplanes, each one she had asse