When Eric wakes up the next morning, he instantly feels the emptiness beside him. As soon as he opens his eyes, he notices that he isn’t in his bed, and he realizes that he must’ve fallen asleep sitting up.

He glances across the room and notices Alexa sleeping soundly in front of him, her head buried in her pillow, tangled in her duvet. He watches her for a minute or two, trying to decipher her facial expression in her sleep. She looks content, peaceful. Happy. She reminds him of herself in the beginning of their relationship. She used to fall asleep next to him and cling onto him like a...