Billie.
I sit curled up on the couch, arms wrapped around my knees, staring at the clock. 2:07 AM.
Lexus still isn't home.
I tell myself it doesn't matter. That I'm not worried. That I can just go to bed and stop acting like some clingy housewife waiting for her husband to return. But my body won't listen.
It's a habit. One I've had since I was little—waiting up for my parents to get home from work, no matter how late. Sleep never came easy when someone I cared about was still out there.
I rub my eyes, the weight of exhaustion finally pulling me under.
Just a little nap. Just until—
A sharp pinch on my nose yanks me from my sleep. I jolt up with a gasp, blinking fast to adjust to the dim glow of the room.
Lexus stands in front of me, his white shirt drenched in blood.
I freeze.
