54|The Crumpled Sheets

~Elena~

“De… Declan,” I swallowed, slowly recognizing his profile.

The living room night light slipping through the slightly ajar door lit Declan’s silhouette from behind.

“Shh…” he gently slanted a finger over my lips.

I had a lot of questions I wanted to ask. ‘Where did he go? Why didn’t he even shoot me a message or call? Is he okay?’ But all of that became inconsequential as Declan moved above