Chapter 5
Tessa's POV
I woke up to sunlight cutting through the curtains and the smell of coffee drifting in from somewhere down the hall.
For a moment I just lay there, the sheets were soft. The bed was warm. I reached for Connor without thinking.
His side was empty, Cold.
I sat up and listened. The apartment was quiet except for a low voice coming from the kitchen. I grabbed his shirt off the floor, pulled it over my head, and followed the sound barefoot.
He was standing with his back to me, the phone pressed to his ear. I almost said good morning, then something about the way he was standing stopped me.
His shoulders were up, his free hand was flat on the counter like he needed something to hold onto.
"I told you not to call this number," he said.
I stayed in the doorway.
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