Zachary climbed the stairs, pushed open the bedroom door, and stood there in silence.

The room was quiet. Cold. And overwhelmingly empty.

Honestly, since Rebecca moved out, he’d barely stepped into this room.

He’d been sleeping in the guest room across the hall.

Now, standing here again, it felt like everything had been stripped clean. No warmth. No trace of her.

It hadn’t always been like this. When Rebecca was here, the ...