The morning light that filtered through Linsy’s blinds was cold and unforgiving. She woke to an empty bed, the space beside her untouched. A faint, lingering scent of sandalwood and night air hinted that Michael had been there, but the silence was absolute. Her eyes felt gritty and swollen, the ghost of last night’s tears still clinging to her lashes. She touched the indentation on the pillow next to hers, nothing. For a fleeting, illogical moment, disappointment curled in her stomach ...