Cadens POV
The moment I pull the bedroom door shut behind me, I feel her absence like a physical wound.
It’s not just missing her. It’s like something’s been cut. A silence where her heartbeat should be. A coldness where her warmth used to hum against my skin.
I rub the back of my neck and force myself down the hallway.
She’s okay. She’s just sleeping. But f**k… every step I take away from her feels wrong. Like my chest is caving in.
The bond between us—this new version of it—it’s relentless. Not clingy, not codependent… divine. Cosmic. Like we were created in halves and finally sewn back together, and now even a few feet apart feels like unraveling.
I round the corner into the kitchen and find Dad standing by the stove, flipping pancakes like it’s a normal damn morning.
He looks up
