Sasha and the baby's deaths didn't bring any news of Isobel's whereabouts. After dealing with the rest of the matters, Anthony slumped tiredly on the couch in his office.The dazzling city lights outside the floor-to-ceiling windows filled his view, but his heart felt hollow, incapable of holding anything. He hadn't slept for three nights. Whenever he shut his eyes, Isobel's face would appear in his mind.He dragged himself home, feeling exhausted. He turned on the lights, which only showed how empty the place was. His life, much like the house, had been devoid of anything tied to Isobel since her departure. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't hold on to any traces of her.He tried to seek out their personal photographer, someone who'd witnessed countless happy moments between him and Isobel. However, it seemed that Isobel had expected this day to come. She had prematurely asked the photographer to discard the negatives for all their photos.Anthony recalled the lovers' lock t
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