Requiem of a Broken Heart

Chapter 1076:

They made their way to the curb, eyes scanning for an available taxi.

Margie noticed the way Yvonne pressed her hand to her abdomen and frowned with concern. “Yvonne, are you okay? Do you feel sick or just starving? Should we stop for food first?”

Yvonne waved down a cab and shook her head. “Let’s find Frank. The sooner we do, the better. We can eat afterward.”

They slid into the taxi and gave the driver the address for Frank’s studio.

The car moved at a sluggish pace, which gave Yvonne time to study the scenery rolling past.

She’d already looked into Frank’s work—his gritty, often harrowing career as a war correspondent—though his base of operations remained here in Smouburg.

thrived on industry and commerce, untouched by the global conflicts it

haunting photographs. A quiet sadness crept in. How must it feel, shifting from war-torn regions to the serene pulse of a

thought evaporated as the car

greeted by his assistant, a poised woman with sharp eyes and an

and welcomed them with a burst of warmth that filled the

woman asked, “You’re here for the meeting with Frank, right? I’m Erin. Frank’s tied

and led them down a quiet hallway toward the reception room. “He won’t be able to meet you just yet. We’ll let you know

the reception room, resigned to

herself and returned to her tasks, leaving

it now

shake off the haze settling behind her eyes. Hunger gnawed at her so fiercely it made her head spin. Minutes dragged into hours, and still, no one came. Outside, the sky dimmed

the glass walls, a few stealing glances their way, but not a single person paused to