The morning light filtering through the blinds was cold and thin, casting harsh grey stripes across the tangled bedsheets.
Leah shifted, reaching out blindly for the solid, radiating warmth that had anchored her all night. Her palm struck cold, empty cotton.
She sat up quickly, the sheets falling around her waist. The spot beside her was neatly smoothed out, the imprint of his body already fading. “Romano?” she called into the quiet apartment, her voice raspy from sleep.
No answer. Only the low hum of the refrigerator in the kitchen.
She pulled on a oversized sweater and walked out into the living room, her bare feet sticking slightly to the hardwood floor. The space felt stripped down, returned to its exact, sparse state before he had stepped into it. His heavy coat was gone from the
