Lorenzo stood there for a whole five minutes and listened to the silence in the house. By the end of the five minutes he was almost certain Abigail was not in the house, it was a disappointing conclusion.
Just to be sure, he gave the entire house a quick sweep. He checked every room and wardrobe. She wasn’t there. He had assumed she would return home after escaping his penthouse, but now he had to consider that maybe the woman was too smart to make such a foolish mistake.
Before he left the house he collected one of her pictures which he found by the mirror in her room. She was smiling brightly in the picture dressed in a pair of tight black jeans and a white tank top. He had never seen her smile so freely and happily. It made him wonder who took the picture.
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