The morning light seeped through the curtains, casting a golden hue across Della's bedroom. As she stirred awake, the comforting warmth of the blankets wrapped around her, she felt an inexplicable sense of peace. But as she turned to discover the space beside her empty, a wave of unease washed over her.
"Felix?" she called, her voice muffled by the sheets. There was no reply. Just the chirping of birds outside and the quiet hum of the world waking up.
Della swung her legs over the edge of the bed, the wooden floor cool beneath her feet. Panic began to bloom in her chest. She quickly pulled on a sweatshirt and rushed out of the room, the hallway stretching quiet.
"Felix, come on!" she called again, a sense of urgency creeping into her tone. She dashed to his bedroom, flinging open the do
