Rashid

When I woke up again, I felt like I was in some kind of fever dream.

I moved my arm under the covers over top of me, realizing after a minute the bed next to me was cold and devoid of Lyla.

Lifting my head up from the comfort of my cocoon of blankets and pillows, I squinted in the poor lighting filtering into my bedroom.

Figuring she’d gotten up to shower to prepare for the day ahead of us, I ...