Page 103 of Fallen Heir
But after her body fell and never rose again—I didn’t wait for signs or miracles.
I didn’t ask for confirmation from Ben or anyone else.
I didn’t need it.I cut it all off.
Every bank. Every asset. Every shell company Bruce had been a part of. I buried them with him. Froze the accounts. Pulled every fucking string I had. I ended it.
The silence that followed… it wasn’t peace.
It was a void.
The world didn’t make sense anymore. The sun rose, but there was no warmth in it. Days bled into nights with no distinction, just a slow unraveling of time where nothing held shape. I couldn’t remember the last time I slept more than an hour. Couldn’t remember the last time I’d eaten. Or cared.
Food tasted like dust. Voices were background noise.
The only thing I could feel was the weight of her absence.
Every time I closed my eyes, I saw her.
Not the way she smiled. Not the way she used to look at me like I was worth saving.
No—I saw her as she fell.
I saw the blood that matted her hair, soaking into her skin. I saw the way her body hit the ground. The way her eyes found mine—wild, pleading, full of truth—before they lost their light.
That was the last time I saw her.
And now, that was all I could see.
I ran a hand down my face, gripping the back of my neck, like pressure alone could hold me together. But it didn’t. Nothing could.
Not without her.
Because if Savannah Sinclair had to die for this…
Then everything she owned was going with her.
My jaw clenched. I ran a hand down my face, gripping the back of my neck like I could hold myself together by force.
She was gone.
She wasgone.
The woman who unraveled me. Who stood in front of a bullet and smiled like she’d found peace in dying for something real.
I closed my eyes. Saw her face. Blood in her hair. A whisper on her lips.
“I’ll always love you.”
She never heard the words leave my mouth. She was gone before I could say them.
My eyes opened again, stinging.
A fresh headline stared up at me. Not a newspaper I recognized—foreign, maybe.
Different paper. Thinner. Dull ink.
But something caught my eye. Red.
