Marco
The sheets were cold on her side of the bed.
I opened my eyes slowly, the room still dark. The glowing red digits on the nightstand read 2:47 a.m. My hand reached out across the space she should have occupied. Nothing but creased linen. Empty silence…..
I didn't move right away. I lay there, the silence ringing too loud, staring at the high ceiling like it would whisper answers back to me. Something wasn't right. Leona had been different lately, too quiet, too careful. I noticed the way she hesitated when I asked her simple questions. The slight delay before she answered, like she had to untangle a lie from her tongue.
And now she was sneaking out in the middle of the goddamn night.
I swung my legs over the edge of the bed, bones groaning in quiet protest. The cold marble hit my bare foot. I grabbed my robe, padded down the hall, and walked into my study.
