WHEN I WOKE UP, I COULDN’T tell what time it was. Night? Day? The lights were off and shadows danced on my walls. I closed my eyes and could hear the whisper of the wind just outside the window.
Tavlor was gone. The bed was empty and the mattress was cold where he’d once been. He must have been gone for a while.
I wished I had felt him leave. I wished I had the opportunity to say goodbye.
Then again, maybe it was better this way. Maybe goodbye would have been too hard. I might have started crying again and the last thing I wanted was Tavlor remembering me blubbering into his shoulder, holding onto him to keep him from leaving.
I shook my head. I sat up, my stomach rumbling with hunger.
I glanced toward the curtains, noticing it was dark now, but how late was it?
I managed to slide of
