Chapter 70 Gone Girl
- Alaric
- The fire had long since burned down to embers by the time I woke up, the faint glow barely illuminating the dark room. Fat snowflakes drifted lazily through the air outside the window, the glass frosted with white starbursts. Had I really fallen asleep on my office sofa?
- As I moved to sit up, I felt something in my hand, and I glanced down to find the photograph still clutched between my fingers.