MIKA
Returning to the bedroom, I sit on the edge of the bed and reach for his pillow. The fabric is cold, which means he’s been gone for a while. A weird feeling settles in my stomach as I grab my phone from the nightstand and check my messages. There is nothing, no missed calls, and I stare at the screen, my chest tightening. Where's Channing?
I head back to the bathroom, deciding to start my morning routine. Perhaps he left a note somewhere, and I simply missed it. Maybe he’ll be back soon. As I reach for the toothbrush, my eyes fall on a small tube of ointment sitting on top of the cabinet. I frown and pick it up.
Was his face bothering him? Maybe it was worse last night, and he woke up and decided to see a doctor.
The word doctor sends my thoughts in another direction. Lucas' fath
