Sheila’s POV.

I woke up, rubbing my hand across the bed to find it empty. I sat up with the speed of a chased hare, covering my eyes as the light phasing through the windows was blinding.

“Where did he go?” I yawned as I rolled out of bed. I thought I would be tired after everything we’ve been through.

I sighed as I walked to the bathroom. It still smelled of the soap he used to wash himself.

“You’ve become obsessed with him,” Lisa said as I sniffed the air before turning on the shower to take my bath, regulating it to my desired temperature.

“That’s what I can...