Philip Shaw staggered slightly as he pushed open the bedroom door and walked inside.
He didn't know why he felt so exhausted.
It seemed as though all the things that had been weighing on him suddenly piled up at once, pressing down on his heart making it hard for him to breathe.
He collapsed on the bed where he and Aldana Candi used to sleep together, staring at the ceiling.
Emptiness.
A kind of indescribable emotion overflowed from his body, making it impossible for him to remain calm.
The emotions he'd been suppressing erupted the moment he received her final message; he thought he could remain rational, but reality proved he couldn't even be kind to Ellen Candi.
He stared at the ceiling, breathing heavily, a strange and numbing feeling spreading from his heart to his fingertips.
Three months...
He silently repeated in his mind.
He slowly closed his eyes.
No body was found, and he refused to believe she was dead.
