Chapter Fifty Five

GAVIN

I was in a foul mood.

I’d woken up this morning with the intention of having a conversation—well, maybe not a conversation—but at least seeing her face, hearing her voice. Maybe clearing the damn air after what happened last night.

But the side of the bed Lara slept on was cold when I woke up today, meaning she had been gone for hours. Did she sneak out in the dark of the night? Was she that