Blaze:
The sun was barely up when I stirred, but I didn’t need the light to know Kat wasn’t beside me. The space where her body had been was warm, the blankets still slightly rumpled. I reached over, dragging my palm across the empty space, half hoping she was still close enough for me to pull her back into my arms.
I heard it then—her voice, soft and sweet, humming off-key in the kitchen.
For the first time in what felt like forever, I smiled without hesitation.
I pulled myself out of bed and threw on a shirt, quietly padding down the hallway, following the smell of bacon and cinnamon. The hum of her voice got louder as I neared, along with the sizzle of something on the stove.
And there she was.
Standing in my kitchen—our kitchen—in one of my old shirts, hair in a messy bun, singin
