Riley’s POV

I wake up shortly before dawn, but by the time I do, Theo is no longer inside the room.

Frowning, I sit up in bed and rub my eyes. The night before is a blur in my memory. I find myself drunk on emotions. Dizzy from the emptiness left by all the confessions left inside my chest.

In the midst of the confusion, the music emerges. A melancholic sound that immediately catches my attention. I stand up, leaving behind me the jumble of discarded sheets and walk to ...