The next morning, when Lena woke up, the room was quiet. The space beside her on the bed was empty, the sheets cool to the touch. She sat up, rubbing her eyes, and looked around the room. Grayson was gone.
Her chest ached as she ran her fingers over the pillow where he’d slept. He didn’t even wake her before leaving. Part of her felt sad, like maybe last night had been a dream, and he’d slipped away, just like before.
But then she remembered the way he held her. The way he promised to stay by her side.
Lena took a shaky breath and pushed herself out of bed. She couldn’t let herself spiral this early in the morning. She had work to get to. She grabbed her phone from the nightstand, hoping for a message from Grayson, but the screen was blank.
With a soft sigh, she went to take a bath. Th
