Daisy opened her eyes slowly. The cry from last night had left her eyelids swollen, heavy, and sore, each blink a dull ache. She sat up with effort, her body sluggish, and scanned the room.
No sign of Theo.
The sheets beside her were cold, as though he'd been gone for hours.
Closing her eyes again, she pressed her palm to her temple and frowned. The headache lingered, sharp, throbbing, the kind that made it hard to tell if it came from exhaustion, grief, or both.
Her thoughts tangled immediately, flashing back to the things he said, the things she said. Every word still echoed like shards inside her chest.
Her thoughts tangled immediately, flashing back to the things he said, the things she said. Every word still echoed like shards inside her chest.
"Good morning…"
The hotel room door clicked open, and Theo appeared behind it. His voice was soft, carrying a warmth that almost didn't fit with the ache lingering between them. "Did you just wake up?"
