The next morning, when I woke up, the bed was empty beside me.
I reached out instinctively, expecting to feel the warmth of his body, but all I found was the coldness of the sheets.
I lay there staring at the ceiling for a moment, trying to process what I was feeling.
There was a part of me that wanted to justify it, to tell myself that he just needed space.
But another, more realistic part, knew that something was wrong.
“What’s wrong, Jeremy?” I asked aloud.
I sighed deeply, got up, and dressed quickly. There was no point in staying there.
When I got to my apartment, I stepped into the shower, letting the warm water wash away some of the tension I’d been carrying.
But even the water couldn’t calm the knot in my chest.
“Do you want coffee?” Paulina asked from the kitchen as I cam
