Silence settles over the office, thick and unmoving. I sit behind the vast mahogany desk, its polished surface reflecting the soft glow of the recessed ceiling lights.
My eyes remain fixed on the open file before me, forcing myself to focus on work.
Two days.
It's been two days since Silas left for X Country without a single word of explanation. Without even a goodbye. Not a message. Just an empty space beside me in the morning, a cold pillow, and a kitchen that feels hollow without his quiet presence.
Just his secretary showing up every morning with breakfast and every evening with dinner. No matter how many times I tell him to leave me alone, he refuses. He waits until I finish eating before quietly disappearing again.
Like some overprotective nanny carrying out Silas's orders.
I close the file. The sound is louder than it should be in the stillness. I lean back, let my head rest against the chair, and exhale slowly, willing the pressure in my chest to ease.
