Erica
I woke up and Tyler was gone.
Not gone gone. His jacket was still on the chair. His shoes were by the door. But the space beside me on the bed was empty and cold and Potato had sprawled into it like she'd been waiting for the opportunity.
I lay there for a second listening to the house.
Voices downstairs. Low. Two of them.
I got up, pulled my jumper straight, and went down.
Tyler and Connor were in the kitchen. Connor was at the stove making eggs and Tyler was sitting at the small table with both hands around a mug, staring at nothing. Neither of them had heard me come down.
I caught the tail end of what Connor was saying.
"— doesn't matter who walked out. What matters is you don't know why. And that's the part that should concern you."
Tyler looked up and saw me in the door
