Chapter 47 Forty Seven
- ARIEL’S POV
- The bed was cold.
- Too cold. The pillow beside me was untouched. No warmth. No scent. No trace of him. As I opened my eyes slowly, still groggy, the weight of the last few days pressed down on me like a slab of stone. My side still hurt. My ribs still felt bruised. But nothing stung like the silence in the room.