Book 6: She's Gone

Angelo

A sharp beep echoes from the garage downstairs and jerks me out of sleep.

For a second, I think it’s part of a dream. It could be. Only moments ago, a dream was all-encompassing. But I don’t even remember it anymore.

My eyes are open, so I dismiss that possibility immediately. I lie still, blinking at the ceiling, taking in the atmosphere as my mind sharpens, awakening quickly.

Something is not right. 

Something feels off—too quiet, too empty.

I don’t need to look to my side to know that she is gone.

I feel it.

The air is colder. The silence heavier.

I sit up, scanning the room. The door is open. Lights are off. Nothing.

Then I notice it through the dim light filtering in through the window—my gun, keys, and wallet are all missing.

“Fuck,” I growl, bolting out of bed. I yank on my pants and shove my arms through my shirt like I’m racing death itself. My chest tightens, adrenaline