#Chapter 112: Dead Silence

Ava I awoke the next morning to the sound of rain and the bustling city below. Rolling over in my large hotel bed, I saw the long streaks of fat raindrops running down the window panes in a silent race. Normally, I loved when it rained—especially in Moonstone, where the air smelled like fresh earth and the rain brought a cool breeze along with it. But today, the sight of the gray sky and the thick clouds just made me groan and hide my face beneath my pillow. My eyes still burned from crying all night, my cheeks sore from sobbing into my blanket. I had hardly slept, and I was downright exhausted. For a moment, I wished that I would see Chris laying beside me when I rolled over. Truly, I did. I allowed myself to shut my tired eyes and picture him there, imagining the sensation of his warm arms snaking around me. But when I reached out, my fingers splayed across nothing but cool sheets. What I had done last night felt like it had created a physical, gap