*Lucas*
I opened my eyes and stared up at the ceiling. Instinctively, I reached to the other side of the bed. My hand fell on cool, untouched sheets.
Sighing, I looked over at the empty space and the pillow where Sasha’s head used to lay. I still couldn’t get used to not waking up next to her. She was out there, somewhere. I had to believe she was. It didn’t matter how many times the alternate Sasha told me she couldn’t connect with her, I hadn’t lost hope.
Yawning, I stretched and got dressed. In the kitchen, alternate Sasha was sipping some herbal tea and reading the morning paper.
“Good morning.” She beamed a bright smile at me.
I grunted and headed to the coffee pot. Someone had put coffee on that morning, probably Brady or Phoebe.
“You look like you didn’t get much sleep.” Sasha set the paper down.
I knew she was just trying to be nice, but I couldn’t help feeling like there was smugness in her voice.
