I walk to my own door and fumble with the key, my hands unsteady. The lock clicks open, and I push inside to find an empty room that feels like a tomb. Nothing but a bed, a chair, and four walls that seem to press in on me with their silence.

Without Astra here, this place is nothing but emptiness.

I sit heavily on the edge of the bed and drop my head into my hands. What the hell is wrong with me? A week ago, I was perfectly fine sleeping alone. Preferred it, even. Now, the thought of spending one night without her curled against my side makes me...