(Alexander's POV)

Three days had passed since Olivia's disappearance, and there was still no news from any of the search teams I had sent out.

I hadn't eaten or drunk anything during those three long, torturous days. My body felt weak and hollow, but I couldn't bring myself to care.

I sat on the carpet in our bedroom, haggard and grief-stricken, looking utterly lost in my own home.

Everything around me reminded me of her presence. Her scent ...