Donna’s POV
Sleep wouldn’t come.
No matter how many times I turned, how tightly I wrapped myself in the blanket, my mind refused to quiet down.
His scent still lingered in the room, faintly earthy, laced with something warm like smoke and pine. It unsettled me more than I wanted to admit.
When he’d left, I thought I’d finally be able to breathe. But the silence he left behind felt heavier than his presence.
I pushed off the bed, rubbing my arms to fight the chill. The moonlight slipped through the curtains, casting pale stripes across the floor.
Somewhere in the hallway, I could still hear faint footsteps, his maybe.
Before I could think too much about it, I moved.
The door creaked softly as I opened it, and a cool breeze rushed in from the corridor. My heart thudded.
I didn’t
