Anna's POV:

Sunlight burns through my eyelids.

I roll over. Reach for Alexander.

Empty space. Cold sheets.

'He's already gone.'

I sit up.

My body aches. Not the bad kind—the kind that comes from being thoroughly taken care of. Multiple times.

Heat floods my face.

'This morning. He didn't stop until—'

I push the thought away. Stand. My legs wobble slightly.

The bathroom mirror shows exactly what I expected.

"Oh ...