C42 Forty Two

Alex's POV -

I wake up the next morning with an aching loneliness in my stomach. I groan and roll over, noticing my bed is empty. The sun is streaming through the windows and despite the brightness of the morning, I feel like hell.

"Caleb?" I call out, rolling out of bed. I pull my shirt over my head, wincing from the dull ache soaring through my body