Chapter 57 Fifty seven

‎Isolde

‎The apartment was too quiet.

‎Weeks had dragged by since that last night in my room, since Zander had stormed out with rage and pain in his eyes, slamming the door so hard the walls had shaken. I hadn’t heard from him since. No calls, no messages or late-night knocks at my door. Nothing b...

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