Can’t Win Me Back by Ginger Sue

As Landon entered the living hall, his eyes reddened from the emotions swelling within him. Everything appeared unchanged, as if nothing had occurred.

A gentle voice, once a source of comfort, broke the silence. "Mr. Landon, you're back."

"I'm back," he choked out. His smile, though warm, faded as he realized there would be no reply to follow.

With a heavy thud, Landon's knees buckled beneath him. He crumpled onto the floor, his once sturdy frame folding inward. Silent sobs wracked his body as he curled into a ball.

"Landon!"

"Mr. Landon!"

Jasper and Jordan rushed to his side; concern etched on their faces. But the only response was the quiet sound of wet tears hitting the ground.

in his arms, his body

and I will help you gather Angelina's belongings. You don't have to force yourself to do it," Jasper said, holding Landon's trembling shoulders, his

forcefully as he struggled to rise, using his arms for support as he made

fragile form ascend the

grin to Landon's face. She wasn't just an employee; she was family—a loyal companion

the room

a wardrobe, and a table. Its

and Jordan, hesitant to disturb the sanctity of the space, remained by the door as Landon gently brushed

her wardrobe, Landon beheld each luxurious evening gown, carefully preserved in plastic as if

to accompany me to every business party I needed a date for," Landon said, his voice tinged with emotion as he lifted out a chili-red evening gown. "I'll never forget how stunning she looked