Phoebe woke up the next morning to an empty bed. She reached out and touched the other side of the bed. The sheets were cold, just like she had expected. Damon had not come back last night. She let out a long breath, pushed the covers aside, and sat up.
She walked into the bathroom, turned on the shower, and let the warm water run over her body. The steam filled the room as she washed her face and hair. After she dried off, she slipped into a white bathrobe and tied it around her waist.
By the time she stepped out of the bathroom, towel-drying the ends of her hair, her phone was ringing on the nightstand. For half a second, before she even looked at the screen, she caught herself hoping it was him.
It was Vivien.
"Hey, Vivien."
"Phoebe!" Vivien's voice came through loud and excited.
