Breakfast had already been served, the scent of freshly squeezed orange juice and eggs, bacon and toast wafted across the house like it always did each morning.
Damian knew this because the dining room was set exactly the way it always was. But he couldn't barely care about the food even thought it looked Immaculate, orderly and untouched. The long table gleamed under the soft morning light pouring in through the tall windows, the was silverware aligned with precision, the plates warm, food plated and waiting.
And one chair empty again.
Damian paused at the entrance of the dining room, his gaze immediately drawn to the seat across from his. The chair Ava usually occupied was pushed in neatly, untouched, as if no one had even approached it. No half-eaten meal, no glass of water. Nothing to suggest she had been there at all.
A muscle jumped in his jaw.
