The morning light came through the curtains, almost blinding me. I groaned, squinting as I rolled over in Alexander’s bed, stretching out against the sheets that smelled like him. My legs felt weak, and every inch of me hummed like a harp string still vibrating, but when I turned to the side and saw the bed empty, my heart dipped a little. 

Alexander wasn’t here. Still wrapped in his oversized shirt, I slid out of bed and made my way into the hallway barefoot, brushing a few stubborn ...