The light that crept through the curtains was pale and soft, the kind that didn’t quite belong to morning yet. Eve stirred, eyes blinking open to the quiet. Her hand stretched instinctively across the bed, searching for warmth that wasn’t there.
The space beside her was cold.
Ryan was gone.
For a few seconds, she simply lay there, staring at the ceiling, trying to decide how to feel. Relief? Disappointment? The line between them had blurred too much to tell.
Eventually, she pushed the covers aside and rose. The marble floor was cool beneath her bare feet as she padded toward the bathroom.
When she entered, she froze.
The countertops gleamed, and on them sat a familiar arrangement, her brand of body lotion, face cleanser, perfume, even the lavender soap she liked. The shelves were sto
