Chapter 37 : Having Her

Ryder's POV

Another sleepless night. Another wordless day.

Carol makes dinner, but the smell of it alone is enough to set me off. Nothing tastes the same since Eden left. I can't feel warmth and comfort until she is back in my arms. Everything aches, and I'm sore with a stiff rage that boils under the surface, waiting to be lifted up so the pressure of the steam can be unleashed.

If I were to fully release like I want to, I may set the world on fire in my wake.

I haven't spoken to my brother. I'm not sure when I will again. He sits beside himself in the corner of the room, overlooking the river. He's hardly moved since Eden left. Carol scolded him pretty terribly since she found out what happened, the state of the office, and how we treated Eden that morning.

Carol wasn't too kind to me about it either, and finally, after her lecture, she had sat down, shrugged her shoulders, and said, you did this to yourselves.

She was right, too.

I turn away as she offers me a plate. I