Alicia woke up the next morning, every muscle screaming in protest. Her hand instinctively groped for the empty space beside her—cold and abandoned.
The king-sized bed swallowed her whole, with Alicia curled up in just one corner while the adjacent spot still radiated lingering warmth.
She scanned the room for the pillow she'd clutched all night—gone without a trace. Rubbing her sleep-tangled hair, she frowned. It had simply disappeared, like magic.
Once, she would've treated every gift in this room as priceless treasures. Now, they were just ghosts of memories, haunting her with what could've been.
A bitter smile played on her lips when knuckles rapped against her door. Elvis's voice cut through the silence: "Are you awake?"
The sharp knocking sent her scrambling. Fingers hastily smo
