*Roanne’s POV*

The door clicked shut behind Aaron, and the silence loomed over me like a threat. The room felt colder, emptier, as if his presence had been the only thing giving it life. I curled up on the edge of my bed, knees to chest, my heart pounding against my ribs.

My phone lay discarded on the nightstand, its screen casting an eerie glow in the dim room. Two missed calls from Michael. One message blinked at me: "I hope you are ok." His words, simple, ...