Chapter 117

I’m completely numb when I finally say goodbye to Rosalie. I’ll have no excuse ever to come this way again. I’ve packed my personal things, and she’ll send anything else to my new office in Carrero Tower later today, the HQ across town.

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 to stay, he did not. My heart is broken into a million pieces, and I’m amazed that it hasn’t killed me, that it 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, bare face and puffy eyes. My hair hides most of it as I walk from the building with my box file containing everything personal to me, everything that connected me to him, even his dumb novelty souvenirs from our many trips.

“Miss Anderson?” I’m startled from my sorrowful reverie by Jefferson, Jake’s driver.

“Yes?” I ask quietly