Surrounded by the comfort of Noah’s bed, I found myself not wanting to wake up, as if my dreams would give way to a reality that had me alone and still in my new apartment. But that wasn’t where I was. 

Blankets, black as night, surrounded me with their comfort as I basked in the morning rays of sunlight shining through the floor-to-ceiling windows. I was home. 

I touched the side of the bed where Noah had slept, holding me tight against him all night. It was empty, the man ...