It had been two months since Daisy Buchanan and Atticus Finch divorced, and in these two months, Daisy seemed to have truly disappeared.
Atticus couldnt remember how long it had been since he last returned to Bluewater Mansion. Standing at the door, his hand was raised halfway to knock, and he even found his own actions a bit ridiculous.
After knocking three times, he stood at the door waiting.
He didnt know what he was waiting for.
However, after waiting for a while, no one opened the door.
He knocked again.
But still, no one came to open the door.
Just as Atticus was about to take out his key to open the door, there was a noise inside the door...
All movements seemed to freeze in an instant, and Atticuss heartbeat paused for a moment.
Then, almost holding his breath, he saw the door being pushed open from the inside, and then he heard—
"Sir, youre back? Im sorry, I was cleaning the house just now and didnt hear the knock..."
It was the housemaid, Maria.
Not her.
At the sound of this voice, there was an indescribable sense of loss that even he didnt notice, spreading in his heart.
"Have you... been here all along?"
The maid nodded, "Yes... Its just that you havent been back for a long time, and Mrs. Finch hasnt been back either—"
"Has she been back?" Atticuss voice was urgent, "When did she come back?"
The maid was taken aback, "Just, just about three days ago... Mrs. Finch came back and packed a lot of things... Sir, is there a problem between you and Mrs. Finch? Mrs. Finch almost took all her belongings..."
His throat seemed to dry up suddenly.
Atticus quickly strode towards Daisys bedroom.
He opened her wardrobe.
Empty.
There was nothing.
He didnt know why he still ran to his own bedroom, and when he opened his wardrobe and didnt find any clothes that belonged to Daisy, a sense of panic arose in his heart for no reason.
He and she had always slept in separate beds.
Even when she forcibly asked him to hold her, after they were done, he would not sleep with her in his arms, but would return to his own bedroom.
But she seemed to always deceive herself, putting her clothes in his wardrobe, and occasionally putting some clothes he often wore in her bedroom...
"Sir..." The maid was a bit scared of such an Atticus, and she spoke with some trepidation, "Before Mrs. Finch left, she told me that if you dont like the furniture she used, you can sell it or throw it away..."
"What about the rest?" Atticus suddenly felt ridiculous for asking.
Or what else?
The maid shook her head, "No, nothing else, after saying that, Mrs. Finch left."
Bluewater Mansion, the "home" they once had, according to Daisy, no longer had anything that belonged to Daisy.
Even the bedding in her bedroom had disappeared.
She left really clean.
Atticus took out the phone Daisy had given him, found her number, and with no expression, dialed it—