TRISTAN

I had been on the couch, my body dragging from work, my mind hazy, and before I even realized it, sleep had taken me completely.

When I woke up, the sun was already hanging high in the afternoon sky. Yelena wasn’t back yet. She should have been home by now. The place felt too quiet, too empty, like the air itself was holding its breath, waiting.

I didn’t even know why she had gone.

And it was all because of Tyler.

That name kept flashing in my mind. Someone she was supposed to ...