DYER

“Aislyn,” I whisper into the empty room, as if waiting for it to answer the question on my mind.

I move to the bed once more and lift the pillow to my nose.

Her scent is faint, like she hasn't slept here for a full day.

My head swirls with thoughts, none of this makes any sense. If she wasn't here last night, or this morning why didn't anyone alert me to her absence?

More importantly, how did I not notice this before now?

No memory of her leaving the den comes to my mind, the ...