C22 The Space in Between

Zara’s POV

I woke to the soft gray light of morning filtering through the guest-room curtains and the faint, residual scent of Marcus’s soap still clinging stubbornly to the inside of my nose.

For a second I lay perfectly still, staring at the ceiling, waiting for the usual rush of anger or the sharp little ache that had become my constant companion.

Neither came immediately