Elizabeth woke up alone on the couch and reached sleepily around on the floor for her clothes with her eyes still half closed.
It was clearly still late, and she guessed that Sawyer had gone back out when he thought she was asleep for the night because none of the lights were on.
It was reassuring to realize she wasn’t afraid when she woke up without him pressed close to her back - she felt safe living in the middle of nowhere, even if there wasn’t much to do, and as she stumbled through the hallway and up the narrow wooden staircase that led to a small mezzanine bedroom in what had originally been the attic of the building.
It was modern and stylish but the bed was uncomfortably close to the ground and it was always freezing cold, no matter how warm the rest of the house was.
She toss
