The first thing I became aware of when I woke up was that the warmth beside me had faded. I stirred, my lashes fluttering open, and my hand instinctively reached out across the bed. The sheets were cool, and I frowned in confusion. Scott wasn’t there. 

I lay there for a moment, staring at the vast emptiness of the other side of the bed, still tangled in the pale sheets. A sigh slipped past my lips, frustration mixing with a dull ache of disappointment. I had fallen asleep with his body ...