Ivy Winters or is it Quinn, paced the length of the grand living room, her arms crossed tightly over her chest, lips pressed into a thin line.
The sunlight streamed through the tall windows of the Winters Estate—Stefan's house—but its warmth did nothing to ease the growing weight in her chest.
It was well into the afternoon. And still… no sign of Stefan. Not a word. Not a call. Not even a text.
Was he still mad at her and hell bent on finding Ruby wherever hole she'd crawled in? What was he doing now? Was he thinking of her or was determined to end their marriage?
If that were the case, he would have issued her divorce papers by now right? But he wasn't doing that so what exactly did he want staying away from home this way?
