Max wasn't here. He was just gone. Poof. Vanish.
The beat of my heart thumped loudly to my ears in the utter stillness of my room. The comforters were in a heap of mess, and the pillows were on the cold marble floor as I bent down and picked one off and did another one a second later.
Everything was so silent. Except for my thrashing heart.
Where's Max? I wondered, looking around the huge room.
He wasn't there when I woke up, and it was past noon. Past three in the afternoon. Past six. It was beginning to get dark again, and I'd only woken up just now. The terrifying though of Max already back in Southampton suddenly waged on my chest. I began to breathe loudly and quickly.
“Sam? Are you awake?”
Eyes flying to the slowly opening door, I began running and pulled it wide open.
“Woah!”
