37. Missing Him
Mara
Silence.
It was the first thing I noticed when I opened my eyes. It was not the comforting kind that settled over the house after a long day.
This silence felt… lonely.
I frowned sleepily and stretched my hand across the mattress and instead of warm skin, my fingers met cold sheets. For one disoriented moment, panic squeezed my chest then I remembered.
Zander was gone.
I slowly opened my eyes and stared at the empty space beside me. His pillow still carried the faint indentation of my head since I had slept on it sniffing it to feel closer to him and I didn't even remember when I moved.
I smiled despite myself.
"You're being dramatic," I muttered. "He only left yesterday."
My own voice sounded strangely loud inside the bedroom. I rolled onto my back and looke
