Another two weeks passed in a blur for Ezra, and if it weren’t for the persistent pressure from his company’s senior executives, he’d likely never leave the house again.
He had developed a severe case of insomnia. Every night, he struggled to sleep, he clung to the memories he shared with Shermaine, desperately trying to recall the moments that once brought him peace.
He scoured his home, searching for anything that could remind him of her, but all he found was an overwhelming emptiness, Shermaine had never been one for extravagant jewelry or beautiful clothes.
