Somewhere around the Am, Tuesday morning.

I woke up curled on my couch in nothing but panties and one of Mateo's oversized shirts; the same one I had stolen from his place days ago. He knew I took it, I just didn't tell him I wanted it.

My apartment was quiet except for the low hum of the fridge.

The sky was beautiful violent, with a sprinkle of the stars and the shadows of the early morning sun.

I hadn't slept much. Just drifted in and out, body heavy, mind spinning between Berlin job ads and what I really wanted to do.

I grabbed my phone. No new emails from...