Rowland.
The rays of the run sipped into the room through the curtains, causing my eyes to flutter open. I stifled a yawn as I squinted my eyes, in a bid to adjust to the bright light.
I stretched my hand to feel Rebecca’s body, but instead, it fell on the empty fabric of an empty bed. I sniffed the air for her scent, but this time it had changed from the usual smell of Lily to something else, somewhat minty.
The emptiness of the bed caused me to shudder, as my heart was suddenly attacked by a roar of panic. “Rebecca,” I called out, my voice was filled with longing and desire.
But all I could hear was the deafening silence and the restlessness that crawled underneath my skin, pricking it with the fear of nothingness.
“Rebecca, I called out again,” but once again the room was sile
