Albert
It was the third night.
Three whole f*****g nights.
I woke up to silence… again. There was no humming from the kitchen, no faint clicks of Emon typing away on his laptop, no presence. Just that hollow emptiness echoing in the apartment like a cruel reminder that something was terribly, terribly wrong.
That I had been left alone… or worse, that something terrible had happened to Emon.
I wondered if he had had enough of me and my emotional baggage and decided to leave even without telling me.
I sat on the couch, the blanket sliding off my legs. I was still sore, still aching in places that reminded me what Edward and I had done a day earlier.
What I had done in the house of the man who had stood with me through it all.
I reached for my phone and checked it again. No new mes
