The sunlight streaming through the curtains pulled me from sleep, and as my eyes fluttered open, I immediately noticed the absence of Cross. My heart pounded as the memories of the previous night flooded back, a strange mix of relief and confusion settling over me. I glanced down at myself, my clothes still intact. Nothing had happened.
I swung my legs over the edge of the bed, my bare feet meeting the cold floor as I stood. The silence in the house was unnerving, the kind that screamed his absence louder than words ever could. I hurriedly left his room, scanning for any sign of him in the kitchen, the living room—anywhere. But he was gone.
Where was he?
My phone buzzed from where I’d left it on the counter. Grabbing it, I froze at the notification on the screen. My heart stopped, then
