Lena’s POV

The first thing I registered when my tired eyes opened lazily was the emptiness beside me. Kyra’s side of the bed was untouched, the blanket smooth and the pillow still perfectly fluffed like no one had laid on it.

I let out a long sigh, already concluding the obvious about her not coming back last night like she had promised.

The morning was still ridiculously young to be awake, so I tried drifting back to sleep. But sleep refused to take me, which wasn’t surprising ...