I woke up to an empty bed, the silence of the room heavy around me. The early morning light filtered through the curtains, casting soft patterns across the floor. A faint chill lingered in the air, but the warmth of the blankets had left me feeling drowsy and slightly disoriented.
Did Aiden sleep beside me last night?
I glanced over at the empty side of the bed. The sheets were untouched, smooth as they had been when I crawled into bed, emotionally drained and alone. I closed my eyes, trying to piece together the events of last night. The argument. The anger. The silence that had followed when I went to sleep alone in the guest room.
Did he even try to talk to me?
