Eve
It was chilly and I reached over for Hades and froze. My eyes snapped open and I launched upright into an empty bed. I looked around, eyes darting and adapting to the darkness before I turned on the bedside lamp, rising.
The room was faint of his scent; he had not been around for a while.
I slipped on my robe and checked the bathroom but there was nothing.
I picked up my phone on the way to the twins' room, dialing Hades' number since his phone was not on the nightstand. The beeping continued all the way until I got to the girls' room first. I didn't need to look at the bed to know they were not there either. The scent of warm skin, light and powdery softness, was far too faint.
The beeping stopped—no one picked the call. I dialed him again, the sleep completely wiped from my eyes now as I opened Elliot's room next door. The smell of paint from the day before was the only thing that permeated. Elliot's was decisively missing.
