When I woke, Arlo wasn’t by my side like I thought he would be.

I looked at his side of the bed to see it smooth as if he hadn’t been there the night before.

For a brief second, I thought I had dreamed his warmth, his soft caress against my face, how he gently brushed my hair with his fingers.

But I know he was here last night. I told him about the bank heist I was involved in a year ago. The way the color drained from those robbers’ faces when they saw me.

Though Arlo just thought I was sleep talking and lulled me back to sleep....