|Theodore|
Instinctively, my hand reached out, seeking the familiar warmth of Carmella beside me. Instead, my fingers met the cool emptiness of untouched sheets. My eyes fluttered open, and I turned my head toward the spot she should have been. Her side of the bed was slightly rumpled but undeniably empty.
Over the past weeks, I had grown accustomed to her presence there, to waking up with her by my side. So, finding her gone this early in the morning felt… strange. Unsettling, even.
Where could she be?
At first, I wasn’t overly concerned. Carmella had always been an early riser, her restlessness a defining trait. She often lingered in bed longer than she wanted to, solely for my sake. It was something I’d grown to appreciate--her quiet sacrifice to share those fleeting moments of pea
