(Mira)
I woke up to an empty bed.
Ridge was already up. Gone.
I sat up. Looked around the room. His side of the bed was cold. He'd been up for a while.
I got out of bed. Walked to the living room.
He wasn't there either.
I went to the kitchen. Made coffee. Sat at the table.
Thought about everything.
The funerals were coming up. Saturday. Ridge was stressed. I could see it on his face. The way he kept going over that speech. The way he barely slept.
And Tyler. Always Tyler.
Out there somewhere. Looking for me.
The nightmare kept playing in my head. Over and over. Him chasing me. The grave. The dirt.
I shook my head. Tried to push it away.
I needed to do something. Needed to feel like I had some control.
I finished my coffee. Stood up. Walked to the bedroom.
Found Ridge sittin
