From sunrise to sundown, from the first bloom of spring to the coldest depths of winter.
For three long years, I didn’t take a single step beyond that threshold.
My entire world had shrunk to a screen, the footage looping endlessly, haunting every second of my life.
During that time, Dorian Wolfe came every day to check on me.
He had been my boyfriend since our police academy days.
“Rosalie, I’ve tried everything these past three years, but I still haven’t found your mom,” he said gently.
“I know you want to find the truth, but if the entire task force couldn’t solve this case, how can you do it alone?”
“They’ve already decided to close it. You should let it go, too. In this case, it’s impossible.”
He placed the food in front of me, his voice low, almost pleading, as if hoping I’d finally listen.
Back when we studied at the police academy, Dorian and I had shared a bond that felt unbreakable.
When I dropped out, he followed without hesitation, with no questions and no complaints.
For the past three years, while I locked myself away from the world, he came by every single day, comforting me and tending to me like I was the last thing that mattered.