Jamie
I knew something was wrong the moment I woke up.
The space beside me was empty.
I reached across the sheets anyway.
Cold.
Not completely cold, but cold enough.
Celeste hadn’t just gotten out of bed.
She’d been gone for a while.
A strange uneasiness settled in the pit of my stomach.
I sat up.
“Celeste?”
Nothing.
I threw the covers back and got dressed, trying to convince myself I was overreacting.
Maybe she’d gone downstairs early.
Maybe she was making breakfast.
Maybe there was a perfectly innocent explanation.
But something felt wrong.
Terribly wrong.
I headed downstairs.
The house was silent.
Too silent.
I walked towards the kitchen.
And stopped.
Celeste was standing on the other side of the room.
She was staring at me.
Her face was pale.
Her eyes were wid
