My house felt like a foreign place the moment I stepped through the door. It has been months since I moved to Ivan's huge house. The walls were still the same soft shade of blue, the furniture still arranged just as I had left it, but the warmth and life had gone. It was a painful reminder of the life I thought she had moved on from, a life I never wanted to return to.
I pulled my suitcase with me into the room, letting out a long sigh. The emptiness of the house echoed around me, amplifying the silence.
Ivan still hadn't called. It's been days since I had left his house in anger, not wanting to deal with his bitchy fiancee. I had hoped he was going to return soon enough to resolve this but he has neither returned nor called.
Char had told me that he was being held back by work and promised to make it back soon but still, he could have called.
