8
Jordan
Annie was gone when I woke up.
I rubbed my eyes and stared at the empty pillow fort, half-full bottles of wine, and ash-covered fireplace. Dawn had risen bright and blinding through the living room windows. The precise reason that I’d designed my bedroom facing the other direction. I grumbled under my breath and then pulled sweats and a shirt back on.
I left the pillows strewn across the living room floor along with the bottles of wine and glasses.
Her purse was gone from the island. I trudged to the front door and saw that her car was missing as well. She’d disappeared sometime in the middle of the night without even waking me up or saying good-bye. Damn, that was cold.
I reached for my phone with a yawn and saw a dozen text messages from Julian, Hollin, and my mother but n
