Chase's POV

I sat on the edge of the bed for a long time before I could bring myself to move. The room was quiet in a way I did not like. It was too clean. Too still. Arya's side of the closet was still full of her clothes, but the small things were gone. Her hairbrush. Her shoes by the door. The little bag she kept her son's toys in when they traveled.

I told myself I was overreacting. Maybe she went for a walk. Maybe she needed air after everything that happened between us the night before. ...