I don’t see him the next morning. When I enter the dining room, it is completely empty. The leftovers from last night are still laid out, both of our meals half-eaten. I sigh and walk into the room in the back, finding the kitchen.

I look through the cupboards, finding nothing to eat. It seems as though we’re out of food. I wonder for a moment if I should wake Dominik, but the memories of last night sweep over me. The heat of his breath, the warmth of his body hovering over ...