Dominic’s Pov
The penthouse was far too quiet.
For thirty years, I lived alone in this massive glass box. I liked the silence. I liked the empty rooms, the dark corners, and the total control. But after seven days without Sienna, the silence felt loud, heavy, and completely empty.
I sat at the big glass dining table on Tuesday evening, staring at a stack of quarterly reports.
Usually, the table was covered in colorful event swatches, half-empty coffee cups, and little sticky notes with seating ideas. Now it was just clean, boring wood. Her side of the bed was untouched. Her favorite black jacket still hung over the back of the living room chair.
I picked up my phone to call her, then checked the clock. It was only three o'clock in the afternoon in London. She was right in the middle o
