Victor paced across his office, his footsteps echoing off the walls. Two weeks. Fourteen endless days. Nights spent searching, scouring every corner of Moscow. And still, no ivy.
He slammed his fist on the desk, the sound shattering the silence. How could she vanish? Where was she? The questions haunted him, taunting him with each passing hour.
He stopped before the window, gazing out at the city. The Moscow skyline stretched before him, a canvas of steel and stone. But his mind saw only Ivy.
Her smile.
Her sparkling eyes.
Her laughter.
Victor's heart twisted, a knot of frustration and longing. He thought he'd known Ivy. Understood her. But now, in her absence, he realized how little he truly knew. And how much he needed her.
He turned back to his desk, his gaze falling on the photograph that lay there. Ivy's face beamed up at him, her eyes sparkling with mischief. Victor's chest constricted.