Lyra
I woke up to a cold and empty bed.
My hand reached out, searching the space where his body had been, but there was nothing. Only a dent in the sheets and the lingering scent of his cologne.
I sat up slowly.
A stab of disappointment hit me hard.
What had I been hoping for? That he’d still be here? Watching me sleep? Holding me like he had last night? Comforting me like I was his everything?
He’d done all that because I was his assistant and his wannabe mistress. Nothing else.
I sighed and pushed back the covers.
The events of yesterday returned. Frank’s death. The black box. The cabin. My chest went tight.
I stood up from the bed. My blazer was draped over a chair, and my heels lay somewhere on the floor. I quietly gathered my things, looked around the old bedroom one last t
