I finally go to work, hoping she'll be there. I know it's a long shot, but I have to try. So I get to my office early in the morning.

My gut drops when I turn the corner and see her empty desk. I step into my private office, and it dives even further.

The keys to my truck and the security card to get into the building sit on my desk. It's like a final rip to my heart. Victoria walks in, inquiring, "Sebastian, what are you doing here?"

I spin, admitting, "I don't know."

She studies me, then states, "You look like shit."

"Yeah, I'm aware."

She arches her eyebrows. "Mind telling me what's going on?"

I sigh. I don't even know what to say anymore. I finally confess, "I screwed everything up."

"Regarding...?" she asks.

Numbness sets in. I offer, "With Georgia."

Shock fills her face. "What did you do?"

I hold my hands in the air and, in a defeated tone, answer, "I honestly don't know. Everything was amazing, and now she won't talk to me. She fled my parents' house the night we got back. And I just don't know what to do."

Victoria tilts her head, thinking, then asks, "Have you gone to her house?"

"Victoria, I've done everything. I've texted her. I've called her. I've gone to her house. I've banged on the door. Her neighbor has threatened me too many times to count that she will call the police and have me arrested. That's how many times I've shown up," I confess.

Victoria's lips twitch.

"This isn't funny," I blurt out.

"Well, I never thought I'd see it," she mutters.

"What?"

"You finally met your girl," she claims.

I groan. "I need to get out of here."

She jerks her head backward. "You're not staying to work since you're in town?"

"No," I state.

"Are you going back to your parents'?"

Dread fills me. I don't even want to think about how upset my parents will be. I followed Georgia, and I've been ignoring all of their phone calls and text messages, as well as my siblings', for the last two days. I grumble, "Don't ask me about them." I brush past her, step into the elevator, and leave.

Obsessed, I swing by Georgia's and knock on the door again. Nobody answers. I finally give up and return to my penthouse, feeling like I'm going crazy.

When I walk in, my chest tightens. My father and mother are there, along with Alexander. He gives me a sympathetic look and the hairs on my neck rise.

This isn't going to be good.

What do I even tell them?

My mother doesn't waste any time. "Sebastian, what's going on between you and Georgia?"

I stay quiet, debating how to fess up. Then again, I don't know what's wrong between Georgia and me.

"We deserve answers," my father declares.

Alexander shifts uncomfortably on his feet.

Why did they bring my brother?