Emma’s POV
Every photo that was missing from our living room was in the attic. All the picture frames were neatly placed in a box, while all the pictures were put in an album.
“What the hell?” I mumbled as I took the album off the shelf. “Why did he put them here?”
I started looking through the album, making sure that every picture was there.
Why did he do it? When did he even have time to do it?
‘Eliza?’ I called my wolf.
Maybe she knew something. Maybe she could talk to Asher and ask him what the hell was going on with Andrew.
She wasn’t responding, though. I couldn't even feel her.
‘Eliza?’ I tried again, hoping that she would answer me.
She didn’t, though. She was completely silent. I sighed and closed my eyes. She was so hurt by everything that happened that she retreated and refused to talk to me.
‘I am sorry, Eliza,’ I said softly. ‘I will try to make it better. I promise.’