The room was drowned in silence, though what lingered was only the hollow echo of absence. Thor stood at the foot of the bed, where an open suitcase lay sprawled across the sheets—folded clothes, shoes carefully wrapped in bags, and a scattering of personal belongings abandoned like a wordless farewell, exposing the end of a story.

His eyes fell on one dress in particular, and his chest constricted.

It wasn’t just any dress.

It was the dress. The one Celina had worn the night fate, out of all p