Placing the last blouse on the hanger, Elliot glanced around her empty flat. Moscow was bland. Elliot couldn’t get enough of it….the bleakness of it all blended with her current emotions.

She felt empty.

Maxwell’s face when she had left him…it haunted her dreams. She missed his touch, his kisses, his breath on her neck when he whispered in her ear. She had regretted her decision the entire way here. But…he wouldn’t answer her calls, her patronuses, her owls.
She felt like her addiction had been ripped away—

And suddenly, she was on the ground, in her new closet, crying.