The harsh glare of the morning sun, now high above the city, assaulted Larissa’s eyes. She blinked, disoriented, the heavy weight of the past night pressing down on her chest. For a confused moment, she expected to see Jasper’s broad back beside her, but the sheets were cool and undisturbed on his side. He was gone, already off to the office, on a Saturday. Having slipped out as silently as he had slipped in.
She sat up, pulling the covers around her. The air in the bedroom felt thick with unshed words and disappointment. She swung her legs out of bed, her bare feet meeting the cold wood floor, and she walked toward the open bedroom door.
The apartment was eerily quiet. She paused in the dining room doorway. The linen tablecloth still lay flat, impeccable. The wedding china glinted under
