Andrew's POV:

The next morning comes too quickly. I wake up and reach over to Clara's side of the bed, but it's empty. It's still warm, but she's missing. I'm surprised by how much her absence affects me. She belongs beside me, in my arms. I brush an arm across my face and open my eyes.

It's still dark. There's not even a hint of sunlight coming through the blinds. I sit up and glance at the clock. It's just after seven, and I'm surprised that Clara is up. Usually, she's the ...