The room, although large, seemed to shrink around Ross. He had never been someone who saw the world in color, but for a short period of time, he had. Emma, she’d been the color in his greyscale life, and because the universe hated him, abhorred him even, she left. Just when he had made his intentions known, when he had begun to make plans, she just went.

He stretched his hand and picked up a bottle, eyebrows furrowing when he realized it was empty. He cocked his head over his chair and looked ...