Ayla stood in the doorway of the guest room, staring at the empty bed, as if it could somehow bring Liam back.
The sheets on his side were all messed up, and his pillow still had the impression of his head.
But he was gone.
She slowly walked into the room, her legs feeling unbearably heavy. Each step felt off, as if she were trudging through a nightmare she couldn't wake up from.
He's just outside, maybe exploring the city. He'll be back any second.
But even as she tried to tell herself that, her heart knew the truth.
Ayla sank down onto the bed, right where he had been just a few hours before. The mattress was cold. She pressed her hand against the sheets, hoping to find some leftover warmth.
Nothing.
A sob caught in her throat.
"Liam," she whispered to the empty room. "Where are you?"
Her vision blurred with tears. She covered her face with her hands, shaking as three years of memories crashed over her.
