Hailey
When I woke up, the bed beside me was empty, and the coldness seeped into my bones like a quiet threat. His warmth had cocooned me through the night, but now it was just the absence of him—sharp and undeniable. I sat up slowly, scanning the dark room. He hadn’t turned on the lights or moved the curtains. But I found him. He stood by his watch drawer, slipping on a timepiece before effortlessly adjusting his tie.
“Where are you going?” I asked softly, my voice tentative, trying not to startle him. His body stiffened for a moment, and then he turned toward me, his gaze a strange, unreadable thing. Kinda cold contrary to how I’d expected it to be.
“My office,” he replied, nonchalant, as he grabbed his suit jacket and slid it over his shoulders. “Got tons of s**t to do.”
I nodded,
