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This trip was especially exhausting as I had to spend a very long three days extracting information from someone stronger than I at first gave them credit for.
Of course, they always cave in the end. They all spill their secrets just to feel the sweet relief of death. I can keep a man alive for weeks if I need to. After years of being in my line of work, you learn where to cut for pain and not death.
But extracting information takes energy from me.
At least when I am home, I can lay in Amelia's arms at night and forget about that part of my life; just looking into her eyes all I see is love and hope and good.
Without her, I have no way of recharging my soul.
I arrive home early in the morning after a very long flight on my private jet. I head inside, hoping she might even be here to welcome me home.
I can't wait to see her.
Oddly, for the last two days, she has not been replying to my messages or answering her phone. I don't understand and it's bothering me to no end.
But at some point, I decided she was playing a game with me, a buildup of sorts, and that when I walked into my house, she would be here to shout surprise and jump into my arms.
But she isn't.
I walk quickly up to my room and flick the shower on, noting that her face cream is not on the basin counter, and her vanilla-scented shampoo is not in the shower.
She must have taken it home to use while I was away.
I shower in a hurry, just trying to wash away the groggy feeling of the long flight and wanting to feel fresh for when I do find out where she is.
I have this weird sensation of excitement and anxiety.
Excitement to see her, but the confusion of why I couldn't get hold of her was starting to get to me.
With a fresh suit on I feel more awake and ready for the day. Once Lia is back in my arms, I'll feel like myself again. Until then I just feel like a huge piece of me is missing.
I head downstairs to ask the housekeeper if Amelia has been here at all since I was gone, and she tells me that she has. A few days ago. She didn't stay the night, she just came and left.
I thought she might come and stay a night or two. My home is her home after all.
Perhaps she came to fetch something.
I clench and unclench my jaw as the frustration thickens.
If I remember correctly then today is the day she has a morning shift at the deli.
Before leaving I make a quick stop at my home office to put the files from this past business trip into the locked cabinet. I have a strict policy to keep information safe, so I have to lock this away before I leave.
I shove them into their hanging folder in the steel cabinet and slam the drawer shut, locking it.
Then turn away, but something on my desk catches my eye.
A ring.
Not just any ring.
The ring.
The ring I proposed to Amelia with just before I left.
What is it doing on the table in my office?
My stomach knots as I reach for it.
