Chapter 108

Avery

I woke to pale dawn light, and for a moment, I simply lay still, drinking in the familiar warmth of our bedroom. The sheets still carried Ryker's cedar-and-mint scent, the pillow beside mine bore the indent of his head, and everywhere I looked held some small memory—his hand covering mine on this mattress, his voice murmuring reassurances in the dark, the way he'd trace gentle circles on my