Burn the Bed

~BECKETT~

I got home after midnight and walked into a crime scene.

Not blood. Not broken glass. Just empty space where the master bed was supposed to be. The nightstands were still there. The lamps. The rug. The whole architecture of the room sat intact around the absence so blatant my brain took a full second to accept it.

What the fuck.

I stood in the doorway with my bag still on my shoulder and