Rissa’s POV

The rain had eased sometime during the night, but I could still hear it dripping from the eaves when I woke. The sky outside my window was pale and washed out, the kind of morning that made you want to stay under the covers and pretend the world could wait.

I sat up slowly, my muscles stiff from sleeping in one position too long. The mattress still held the faint warmth from where Mark had been earlier. I remembered the way he had stood behind me last night, the quiet in his ...