After several days of searching, the police still hadn't found a single lead. Using what few connections he had in the area, Gideon published a missing person notice in the local papers and posted messages online asking for help finding Giselle. But as the days dragged on, there was still no news.
"This is all my fault," Gideon choked out, crouching on the cold stone steps outside the villa.
He buried his face in his hands, clutching his hair as guilt and despair tore through him.
For a whole year, he had hardly left her side. Every day, he watched over her to make sure she was safe. She had spent that entire year peacefully under his watch. He never imagined that just a few days away would lead to something like this.
Regret gnawed at him. He shouldn't have left. If he had just reached out one more time, if he had been there when she needed him, perhaps this could have been prevented.
He knew he'd neglected her while he was away. After deciding to return her to Donovan, he thought it was better to start pulling away, to gradually disappear from her life.
It was probably that sudden distance that wounded her fragile heart and pushed her to leave without a word. Now, the thought of her wandering alone—by a lake, on a bridge, near the cliffs, or along some empty road—where she might suddenly collapse and lose consciousness, filled him with dread. He couldn't even bear to picture what might happen to her.
He had seen her shattered body mend little by little, watched her claw her way back from the edge of death more times than he could count. If she were to lose her life now because of this, he knew he'd never be able to forgive himself.


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