Chapter Nineteen_ What just happened?

Elliot.

The empty cabin felt colder without him here, which annoyed me because I had stayed alone for the last five years.

I passed his open room door multiple times than I should have, just to star at the neatly folded blanket on the bed, half-expecting Damien to be under it, sprawled out, and asleep

There was nothing.

I ran a hand through my hair, fighting the growing pit of unease in my stomach.

Where had he gone?

Memories from the last time we talked clung to me. The way he'd looked at me, as if I were something that mattered. Then I opened my mouth and said things I couldn't take back.

Things I hadn't meant.

And now, he was just... gone.

I tried to shake it off, focusing on the article I was to send to Frank later, though the words on the screen blurred as I tapped aimlessly at the keyboard.

The piece was for old Mr. Harding’s 70th birthday next week, an easy write-up that should’ve taken an hour at most, but u couldn't string two basic sentences together.

My thoughts kept drif