Scarlett

I woke with a start, my arm instinctively stretching across the bed, fingers searching for warmth that wasn’t there.

The cool sheets beneath my fingertips told me what I already knew—Finn was gone. Again.

The hollow ache in my chest deepened, as familiar now as breathing.

I struggled to get out of the empty bed, feeling the weight of his absence like a heavy burden.

The cold floor greeted my bare feet as I made my way to the bathroom. The bathroom ...