Ryker
I open my eyes and the room is dark and empty. I turn to her side of the bed and she is not there. I usually wake up before her. She is always next to me every morning. I sit up on the bed and the covers slide off as I stand up. The sky is dark—it is not even morning.
She should be in bed.
"Harley,'' I call out her name as I start to look for her. I walk around the house in search of my wife. We have been married for two weeks and it feels like pure heaven. I search everywhere for her but she is not in the house. A sound comes from the front door, so I walk out of the house because I am panicking. Everything I do, I put her in mind.