Wade--the next morning

[sirynserenade]

Theresa groaned as she woke slowly, sun seemingly angled to shine directly through her eyelids. She was sore and she grinned as she remembered why. Turning over, she reached for the side of the bed where Wade had been, only to meet empty space. That had her eyes opening the rest of the way, blinking against the light. The dread rose in a wave with each second that passed that she didn't see Wade, sending her scrambling out of the sheets to try to get out of bed.

"Wade?!"