Chapter 86 Chloe

• Chloe’s apartment was a gloomy place. Three days had passed since the night Gordon had left, and she hadn’t left her sofa. Her chef whites remained untouched on the floor where she’d dropped them, and the expensive Bordeaux sat like a reproachful monument on the side table.
• Her phone began to buzz incessantly. It was Richard. She hesitated, then swiped to answer, dreading having to explain her abrupt disappearance.
• “Hello?” her voice was hoarse.