Chapter One hundred and eighteen

TWO MONTHS LATER

It had been the longest days of Carlton's life, and he could not even remember how long it had been because he was back to the same pathetic state Stacy met him months ago, when he had just silently lived the saddest and most pathetic life without her.

He had begun working from a tiny space in a suffocating and tight space where he separated himself from the world and the world of his own mind, which haunted him with sadness and a pressing weight of depression with which he had no idea when it would end.

Though the company was back on track because he had distracted himself by working restlessly to surpass his goals for the remaining half of the year in just a few weeks, he had been like a ghost, haunting the light of the deep darkness that had taken over his happiness.

After Alison's cremation, he had sent a lot of emails to Hudson to talk to him, and had even journeyed to his company on several occasions to see him, but every one of his efforts to get through