Sophia's POV
Damien wasn't in bed when I woke up.
I found his side cold, the sheets pushed back neatly instead of tangled the way they were most mornings, and for a second something in my chest tightened before I told myself to stop. Nothing was chasing us anymore. He was probably just downstairs with coffee.
He wasn't downstairs.
The terrace was empty except for Mei, who was reading something on her phone with her feet up on the opposite chair.
"He left an hour ago," she said, without looking up. "Took the car."
"Where," I said.
"He didn't say," Mei said. "He looked like he needed to think."
I stood there for a moment.
"Did something happen," I said.
Mei looked up then, and something in her face softened.
"Sit down," she said.
I sat.
"Last night, after you fell asleep, he sat
