That night, Liv could not sleep.
The bed felt too wide, too cold like a hollow space that should have been filled, now left gaping open. She closed her eyes, trying to force her body to rest, but each time she drifted toward sleep, her chest only grew tighter.
She was too used to sleeping beside Jay.
To the steady rhythm of his breathing. To the warmth of his body on the other side of the bed. To his presence quiet, yet undeniable.
Now, all of it was gone.
Liv turned slowly, staring up at the dark ceiling. Her thoughts wandered again, replaying the events of the day, the words that had cut too deep, the truths too heavy to swallow all at once.
She let out a long breath, then sat up.
Where is Jay sleeping?
