Ezra’s POV
When I woke up, the first thing I noticed was the quiet. Not the kind that comes with rest this was different; it felt empty.
My hand moved instinctively across the bed beside me. Cold. I opened my eyes fully then, the last traces of sleep fading as I turned my head. The space next to me was empty for a moment, I didn’t react. My mind reached for something simple, something normal.
She probably got up early, maybe she went for a walk or maybe she’s in the bathroom but when I looked around the room, those thoughts fell apart one by one. The bathroom door was open. The light was off.
Her clothes were gone. The chair where she had left her dress the night before sat empty.
She hadn’t just stepped out. She had left.
I sat up slowly, the sheet slipping from my chest as the real
