Chapter 12

What was a shock was the bare skin of my face staring back at me in the mirror. My makeup was gone, carefully wiped clean so not even a speck remained. Had Cooper done that, too? He must have, because I sure hadn’t. My heart melted a little at the thoughtful gesture.

Or maybe it was my bladder reminding me that I had to pee.

I headed back to the bedroom to pull on sweats, then made my way to the kitchen. The house was silent. That was weird. I would have thought Cooper would be reading or sitting at the table, drinking coffee. But he was nowhere to be found.

He’d left. That fucker had left again. Without a word this time. Not even telling me we were over.

As soon as the thoughts ran through my brain, I knew that couldn’thave happened. Cooper never ran from confrontation. He’s shown that three years ago. So he had to be somewhere.

And then I heard it. The distinctive sound of a motor and scraping snow.