CHAPTER 13: Vanishing Vows

Philip

"Sarah, get me a drink," I almost blurted out, realizing Sarah wasn't home.

As I moved through the villa, the silence enveloped me like a heavy blanket. Each step echoed in the emptiness, emphasizing the absence of Sarah's presence. The familiar sight of her lounging on the sofa, which greeted me upon returning home, was notably absent.

Alone in the quiet villa, a sense of loneliness settled over me like a heavy shroud. With a mixture of frustration and longing, I lowered myself onto the sofa, my hand instinctively curling into a tight fist. The mere notion of Sarah possibly entangled with Amir Benner ignited a fierce surge of anger, stirring my emotions to their core.

Amidst the silence, a profound emptiness enveloped me, leaving me adrift in a sea of unresolved emotions.

It was the familiarity of having Sarah around for three years that left me feeling unsettled. Frustration surged through me, prompting me to hurl the glass I had just used for water before storming