[Elijah]
The morning light filtered softly through the curtains, casting pale stripes across the room. I woke slowly, the warmth of last night still lingering on my skin.
But the space beside me was cold—empty.
Hazel wasn’t there.
Come on. Not again.
A heavy sigh escaped me, thick with frustration and that all-too-familiar ache.
Every time.
I swung my legs over the side of the bed and reached for my phone, fingers trembling slightly as I dialed her number. One ring. Two. Then— "The number you have dialed is unreachable."
A cold knot twisted in my gut. The room suddenly felt too quiet, too still.
"Where are you, Hazel?" I whispered under my breath, barely steady.
I tossed the phone beside me, jaw tightening. I forced myself upright, striding toward the door. There was no way this
