Epilogue (1)

Simon woke up in the middle of the night, his heart racing.

He looked around himself, patting his hand around in search of the person he was hoping to find. But to his dismay, there was no one else on the bed with him.

“Elena?” he said out loud, frowning at the darkness.

His hand patted the sheets and pillow again, trying to feel for her body, but he found nothing. Where was she? Where did she go?

“Elena?”

No response.

He was starting to worry now. Where was she? He could feel a sense of dread slowly filling up inside him. He needed to find her. He needed to know if she was okay.

Suddenly, he heard footsteps coming from outside his room. He quickly got out of bed, put on his sweatpants and a t-shirt and opened the door.

There was no one in the hallway. It was eerily quiet.

He frowned, he could swear he heard someone walk by just now.

“Elena, are you here? Please say something, darling. It’s me.” He said as he walked slowly to the end of the hallway, bare feet.

Just when he thought he