Chapter 113. Helping Eric Move

Tristan's POV

I drank the rest of the evening just wanting to numb my feelings, especially after that text I sent to Elona last night. She just didn't respond to me, but she did read it. I really do need to get away from this place. There are too many reminders in this place. Being alone in this place with no one around would probably be my own downfall after years of grief. It was just work and Cris that kept me occupied. 

With a sigh, I checked my phone but still nothing from no one. I stood up from my bed. I didn't even know what time it was exactly that I came to bed. I went over to my closet and started to pack a bag for Southampton. As I packed, my feelings were still the same, but then a knock on the door made my heart race just a little. I left my packing and walked all the way to the front door in hopes that it would be Elona.