***VERA***

The morning light crept in slowly through the curtains till it reached my face. I slowly opened my eyes, and stretched my hand to the side of the bed where Conry should have been. My fingers met nothing and the spot was cold already.

He was nowhere to be found.

I sighed sharply, running my fingers through my hair. The coldness told me he had been gone for a while. I turned my head to the other side of the bed, the pillow lies in perfect shape. The silence in the room pressed against ...