I woke up to an empty bed.
My hand instinctively reached out for Grace, but the cold sheets beside me told me she was gone. I shot up, eyes scanning the dimly lit room. Maybe she was in the bathroom or grabbing a bite to eat, but my gut churned with something else—a sense of dread I couldn’t shake. I tossed off the blanket and called out, "Grace?" Silence.
Panic clawed at me as I rushed into the bathroom. Empty. Not even a trace of her things left behind. My pulse quickened as I tore through the room, checking every corner as if she’d be hiding somewhere. The closet, the balcony, even under the damn bed. Nothing.
“Grace?” I barked again, louder, as if shouting her name would summon her. I yanked open the door to the hallway and looked out. No sign of her. The unease in my chest tighte
