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Lyssa Rolling over, disappointment filled me. The spot Goose should have been lying was empty and cold, as if he hadn’t been there for a long time. And to make matters worse, it didn’t sound like there was anyone in the house with me. Everything was so quiet. Lying there for a while longer, I listened for any sound that would let me know I wasn’t alone in the house. After about five minutes, I slowly settled into bed. Holding the blanket up around my body, I slowly climbed out of the bed, stretching my sore muscles as I made my way into the bathroom. All signs of Goose having come home the night before and showered were gone. His dirty clothes no longer lay in the pile he had left them in. The towel that had covered his waist for a short time after his shower was no longer lying on the fl
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