#Chapter 196: The Morning

Ava I woke up shivering at the sensation of the cold air nipping at my exposed skin. Groggily, I sat up and looked around, noticing that the window had been wide open, letting in the chilly morning air and a bit of the ever-present fog—whose tendrils had slipped in like fingers and were currently curling around the edge of the window. “Chris,” I grumbled, stumbling out of bed to shut the window with a shudder. “Why on earth would you open this?” But there was no answer, and upon turning and looking around, I realized that Chris wasn’t in the room. I sighed, taking a moment to peer out the window as I rubbed my arms to warm myself up. Looking outside, I noticed that the mist was still just as thick as it was yesterday and the day before, obscuring most of the view. “This is so fucking creepy,” I muttered, turning away from the window. “Damn fog.” As if in response, a particularly strong gust of wind rattled the window frame and howled around the cor