I don’t remember leaving the villa.

One moment, I was staring at her empty closet, at the space where her clothes used to hang. The next, I was in my car, engine roaring, tires screeching against pavement as I tore through the gates like a hunted man.

The city spread in front of me, buzzing with life, unaware that my world had just collapsed. Skyscrapers glittered. Traffic honked. People walked on sidewalks, laughing, talking, living.

And all I could think was…

Find her.

Find her.

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