Etien left his office, each step heavy as he made his way to the door. His back stayed straight, but his breath was shaky. He opened the door and walked out without so much as a glance behind him, leaving Ophelia standing alone in the pristine, icy room.
The corridor greeted him with an unnerving silence. Candlelight flickered off the white marble, casting soft shadows along the walls. His footsteps echoed, slow and unsure, trembling as he crossed the always-cold marble floors of the mansion.
He didn't look back. Maybe leaving Ophelia like that was the right call for him. Or maybe for both of them. Because every time he considered moving forward with her, memories of Glen surged back without warning, clouding his thoughts in seconds.
