#Chapter 337: Missing

Olivia After standing outside for a little while longer, the stars offered no answers to my countless dilemmas. With a sigh, I decided to head inside. I slid the glass door shut behind me, my mind a whirlpool of frustration and concern. Nathan had retreated to the house before me, his posture rigid, his words simmering with rage and pain. He hadn’t waited for me, and I knew why. I sighed as I locked the door, walking through the silent living room and turning off the lights along the way. When I reached our bedroom, the door was ajar, a faint line of light cutting across the dark hallway. I pushed it open gently. Nathan was already in bed, his back to me, the covers pulled up to his shoulders. Carefully, I changed into my nightclothes, deliberately quiet in my movements. When I finally crawled into bed, a comfortable distance apart, it felt like there was an invisible barrier between us. For a moment, I considered reaching out to him, to bridge the gap with a simple touc