Hannah's POV

　　I woke up to the soft hush of the morning light streaming through the curtains and an empty bed.

　　For a moment, I blinked at the space beside me, still warm but already hollow. No Christian. No quiet, sleepy grumble or half-smile. No scent of his cologne lingered on the pillow next to mine. I sat up, brushing my hair away from my face and glancing at the time.

　　7:08 AM Early.

　　Too early for him to leave without saying ...