Albert
When Edward left, a strange kind of silence settled over the apartment. Heavy. Guilt-soaked. Unforgiving.
I was lying on the couch, wrapped in one of Emon’s soft blankets, the bond’s afterglow still clinging to my skin like the scent of Edward. My legs still ached. My heart felt heavier than it had in weeks.
And the silence…
It wasn’t peaceful. It was hollow.
It was like something was missing.
I blinked up at the ceiling for a long while, trying to ignore the wet patch beneath me on the couch and the soreness nestled deep in my hips. The knot. The shame. The warmth that shouldn’t have been so comforting.
I tried not to think about how easily I had melted into Edward again.
Then I frowned, suddenly aware of something that sent a trickle of unease down my spine.
Where was Em
