Chapter Twenty

Harlow

When I wake up, Beckett is already gone. As I sit up and reach over, running my hand over the side that he’d slept on, I find that the sheets are already cool to the touch, which means that he likely left quite a while ago.

I try to not feel hurt at waking up all alone in his place, without even so much as a goodbye. Still, when tears flood my eyes, I bury my face in my hands, feeling the h