I couldn't tell whether that had been a memory or a dream but when I woke up I felt happy. Smoothing was slowly starting to fill me with warm light and something that told me things would be okay. Although it could've been just a dream, and I was fooling myself by acting as though it was more.

I sighed and got up from the bed. It was morning and Damien hadn't gotten back yesterday. His side of the bed was still made and no one had laid there, and if he had come back, I would've woken ...