Dragging heavy footsteps back to the villa, Nathan Leafcastle went upstairs to his bedroom. Seeing the door to the changing room not completely shut, he stepped over, intending to close it halfway but then pushed the door open and walked into the room.
Inside the changing room, the clothes Sally Dalton had hung here before were now gone. His clothes hung sparsely on the hangers, each looking a bit solitary and ghostly.
At this moment, this empty changing room was like his heart—chaotic and hollow.
Noticing something shiny on the floor, Nathan Leafcastle walked over, bent down, and picked it up. It was a silver pin shaped like a four-leaf clover, a birthday gift he had given her two years ago—a decoration on a dress.
Two years have passed, and she was still wearing that dress.
Closing his fingers around it, he held the pin tightly in his palm, and his fingers trembled.
