Jake

When I woke up the next morning, Klara was still in my arms. I didn’t know why, but I felt relieved. Until I remembered last night.

Klara groaned, and I felt her feet flex as she stretched her body out. I looked around the room. Even with the curtains closed, the light coming in was bright, so it was probably late in the morning. I blinked my eyes, feeling like I hadn't gotten enough sleep. After the words she’d said, I couldn’t fall asleep for a long time afterward, but I didn’t dare wake her up to ask, either.

Nothing is wrong.

I told myself that several times, but I didn’t really feel that way. After all, something was actually very wrong.

Could Klara have someone else?

We didn’t know each other well enough. We hadn't known each other that long, either. But I was pretty good at reading people, and I didn’t think she was the kind of person to do something like this. She didn’t look guilty or anything when she was with me, and even when she tried to hide it, her emotions were pretty