Julian's jaw tightened. He set the flowers and the herbal medicine down and calmly pulled out his phone to call Eleanor. No answer.
He'd never once imagined a day where Eleanor simply wasn't home. Still, out of habit, he put on a record and let Chopin's nocturnes fill the empty house.
An hour passed. No one came back.
Two hours. Still nothing.
Three hours. The house stayed empty.
Julian got up and checked the closet. Most of Eleanor's clothes were still there, all of them gifts from him, all of them pink.
But the two blue suits she'd worn before the wedding were gone.
Then a delivery arrived at the door.
Addressed to him.
He couldn't recall ordering anything.
Inside was a massive box, and the contents inside it caught the light
Preserved pink roses. A pink diamond necklace. A pi
