Kat:
I woke slowly, blinking against the soft morning light spilling in through the blinds. The sheets were cool beside me, the bed empty. My fingers reached across the mattress, finding nothing but a tangle of fabric.
He wasn’t there.
I sat up, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. A quiet yawn slipped out as I swung my legs over the edge of the bed. The house was still. Quiet, except for the occasional creak of wood or hum of the refrigerator down the hall.
Padding barefoot across the floor, I headed toward the closet to grab something comfortable. I still felt the weight of yesterday in my limbs—too many shopping bags, too many steps, too much laughing until my stomach hurt with Shay. I needed coffee. And a hoodie.
I opened the closet door and froze.
Empty.
Not even just empty—complete
