Chapter 85: Might be Missing

Luke's bedroom was cast in a pale light from the moon outside his window. It was like an Instagram filter, something between Nashville and Moon. He'd left the window open, revealing a clear view of the blue lake below. His lake house was giving me so many memories of our summer together, sharing Apple Cabin. He used to come out of his bedroom shirtless every morning and now... We were in the same bedroom. I stepped timidly inside, wearing my old PJs, and conscious of how I must look. We'd already said goodnight and maybe he didn't want me here. Some people like their alone time. He was lying on his bed, shirtless and in sweatpants. His hands were folded behind his head as he looked up at the ceiling. I've seen that look before. "Luke?" I asked, hesitant to disturb him. "Millie?" he reacted with equal surprise, sitting up. Maybe I should've knocked louder. I tried not to stare at how