SADE

I didn’t sleep after Kross left.

I tried.

I lay there staring at the ceiling, listening to the silence he left behind. The house felt wrong without his weight, without his presence filling the rooms. Everything felt hollow, like air after something important had been pulled out.

He didn’t explain.

That was the part that hurt the most.

Kross had always been blunt with me. Painfully honest. Even when the truth was ugly or heavy, he never softened it. He never hid. That was one of ...