#Chapter93
I’m completely numb when I finally say goodbye to Rosalie. I’ve packed my personal things and she’s having anything else taken to my new office in Carrero Tower later today. HQ across town. No excuse to ever come this way again.
Jake stayed in his office the whole time I packed up, and no matter how many times I stared at that door, willing him to come to me and beg me stay, he did not. My heart’s broken into a million pieces, I’m amazed that it hasn’t killed me, that is still beats, that I’m still upright yet I’ve nothing left to live for.
I manage to leave via the stairs. I don’t want people to see my scrubbed clean, raw face, and puffy eyes. My hair hides most of it as I walk from the building with my box file, containing everything that is personal to me, everything that connected me to him, even his dumb novelty souvenirs from our many trips.
/"Miss. Anderson?/" I’m startled out of my sorrowful reverie by Jefferson, Jake’s driver.
