Evan’s POV
My left arm reached out instinctively across the mattress, searching for the soft warmth of her waist, wanting to pull her back against my chest before the morning light fully broke through the loft windows.
My fingers met only cold, empty linen.
My eyes snapped open. The spot beside me was completely undisturbed, the duvet thrown back.
"Elena?" I called out, my voice thick and raspy with sleep.
Silence answered me. A heavy, suffocating silence that made the hair on the back of my neck stand up.
I sat up abruptly, ignoring the sharp, throb of pain in my injured shoulder as I swung my legs over the edge of the bed. I checked the bathroom, calling her name again, but the door stood wide open and empty. My eyes fell to the hardwood floor where her drenched sweater and jeans h
