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Yawning and stretching his body up, Conner groaned as something popped in his shoulder. His eyes haven't opened yet, body stiff as a stone, as if he had slept on the floor.
Huffing, he instinctively reached his hand out and placed it on the other side of the bed, checking the warmth he always needed.
But his hand flopped down onto the white sheets.
Empty?
He checked again, then snapped his head and opened his eyes wide.
"Tim?"
Where was he?
Shaking his head and looking away, his eyes wandered to the frame on the wall.
Right—
He was gone.