Bab 279: Make it right

Remo Quinn walked through the front door of his sprawling mansion, the silence hitting him like a physical force. The house was eerily quiet, a stark contrast to the vibrant energy that Abby had always brought. Her laughter, her presence, the way she filled every room with warmth—it was all gone, leaving an echo of emptiness in its wake.

He tossed his keys onto the marble table by the entrance, the clinking sound reverberating through the empty hallways. Remo sighed deeply, running a hand through his hair. The weight of his loneliness was heavy on his shoulders. He had never realized how much he depended on Abby's presence until she was no longer there.