Gabrielle's POV
It was an ordinary morning—or at least, it started that way. The sun barely peeked through the curtains, and the stillness of the house felt... different. Silent in a way that made me miss the usual chaos of Matthew’s presence. The way he would make his coffee at 5 AM, pacing around in the kitchen, his shoes clicking on the tile floor, and then the occasional soft, amused remark about how “mundane” things like breakfast had become in our strange life together.
But today? Today was different. Today, he wasn’t here.
I had woken up to an empty bed, the side where Matthew usually slept untouched. My heart sank a little as I realized that he was gone. No note, no phone call, just... gone. And as much as I tried to tell myself that it was for the best—after all, Matthew was ce
