ARIELLE'S POV
The first thing I noticed was the cold. My hand reached across the empty sheets, searching for warmth that wasn't there. The space beside me had long since gone cold, and the pillow still bore the faint indent of Victor's head.
I sat up slowly, my heart already beginning to race.
He wouldn't leave without telling me. Would he?
The night before had been strange. Victor had been quiet during dinner, barely touching his food, his eyes distant and troubled. He claimed he was fine and I'd believed him.
Now, staring at his empty side of the bed, doubt began to creep in like a cold draft. I threw off the covers and grabbed my robe, my bare feet padding softly against the hardwood floor as I made my way through the familiar halls of my childhood home. The mansion was still wak
