* Jana *
The first morning of rest felt wrong. The alarm didn't scream at me, no rush of coffee in my veins, no clattering of keyboards waiting at the office. The silence of my apartment pressed in on me, heavy, foreign. I tried reading, then cooking, then even cleaning out drawers I hadn't opened in weeks, but none of it settled the fire gnawing at me.
By noon, I was pacing. The city outside my window seemed alive without me, like I'd been exiled. My phone lay silent on the table, and every time I glanced at it, I hated myself for wishing it would light up with his name.
I was halfway to convincing myself to take a walk when the knock came. Sharp, deliberate. My stomach flipped before my brain caught up.
I opened the door, and froze.
Lawrence stood there, impossibly composed in a cri
