When he woke up his arms were empty, and anxiety hit him like a truck. Had she run off again? He hadn’t had the dream again, but she was gone. Unless she hadn’t been there at all, and his mind had just been playing tricks on him. But the bed where she’d been still had a little bit of heat so someone else had been in bed with him. He shoved the blankets back and rushed out of the bedroom to find her. Even if she’d gone, she couldn’t have gone far as weak as she still was. She wasn’t in the living room or the kitchen, but the bathroom door was closed, and the shower was on so she hadn’t left and he could relax.