I woke up to silence.
Yesterday was not a bad day, except for the night before. But I could already feel it that I'm waking up to relive every single day I have.
My noise-canceling headphones were on the nightstand, not over my ears. I'd passed out before I could put them on.
I sat up slow and tried to listen.
His room was dead quiet. No shower. No music.
But he came in very late in the midnight.
I'd heard it. I'd slept off with my bulb off. But I'm not sure I did, I know. Because I can remember very clearly and that definitely wasn't a dream.
If I do, then if any sound had followed I should know.
That means...
There was no sounds.
So either he'd been alone…
Or he'd f****d her somewhere and come home after.
My brain wanted the first one to be true. But my gut knew better.
He'd
