LIANA
The first light of dawn slipped through the heavy curtains, streaking the room in muted gold. I stirred awake, stretching lazily before turning to the other side of the bed. Reed’s side.
Empty.
The faintest frown tugged at my lips as I stared at the crumbled sheets where he should have been. My thoughts wandered as I dragged myself out of bed, my feet meeting the cool wooden floor. He hadn’t come to the bed until late, that much I knew. And now he was already gone?
The house was alive with movement. I could hear muffled voices, the occasional thud of a box being carried, and Malcolm barking orders down the hallway. It was a busy morning—relocating was never simple.
I rubbed the sleep from my eyes, slipped on a sweater, and padded down the hall. When I entered the living room, C
