I woke up that night freezing.
At some point as I slept, the duvet shifted down, exposing my bare shoulders. My body had curled into a fetal position and was shivering in the chilled air.
I stretched out and sat up slightly, looking over to see the curtains blowing in the frigid breeze that wafted in from the half-open window.
That was not open when I went to bed, I thought.
In fact, I specifically remembered Luca lighting the fireplace to warm up the room before we got into bed.
He certainly wouldn't have cracked a window.
I turned over in the bed to see it was empty, the covers pulled back and the sheets laid bare where Luca had once slept. I sat up all the way to see that the fire had been extinguished and the bedroom door was slightly open.
Suddenly, I saw a dark figure move in
