Rae's POV
The next morning felt like walking into a room where the air had been sucked out.
I woke up in my own bed-alone, sheets cold on both sides, the faint imprint of Killian's body from the night before already gone.
I stared at the empty space for too long, fingers tracing the spot where his head had been, trying to convince myself it was normal. That everything was fine.
It wasn't.
I dragged myself downstairs in leggings and one of his old hoodies, the sleeves tugged over my hands.
Mom was already at the stove, humming as she scrambled eggs, the smell of bacon and coffee filling the kitchen like nothing had changed.
"Morning, sweetheart!" she called, smiling over her shoulder. "Sleep okay?"
"Yeah," I lied, voice flat. "You?"
"Like a rock. Still shaking off the time zones,
