LIAM
It was a cold gust of air that woke me up: one moment I was trapped in a horrible nightmare featuring a faceless baby, and the next I was catapulted into my room, a thread of cold, night air tickling my skin.
Strange.
I distinctly remembered falling asleep, albeit with difficulty, under the covers – covers that, since Meg was one of the most chilly people I knew, were lined with fleece on the inside. I hadn't felt cold since she entered my life: the always-high thermostat, the blankets, hot teas... that girl had made fighting low temperatures her own, personal battle.
Yet, those same blankets were crumpled on her side of the bed – which, I realized, was empty.
I furrowed my brow.
She must have woken up, I thought.
Nevertheless, just to be sure, I threw off the blankets, swung m
