Callie P.O.V
I open my eyes and stare at the ceiling.
"Another day" I wisper to myself. I sit up and look around, no sight of Arizona anywhere. She must have left early for work. Maybe she had an important surgery. Or maybe she just wanted to get away as fast as possible. I wouldn't blame her after last night. The fight. The big fight that took place here last night. I bring myself to get up out of bed and walk to the living room. I see my jacket and purse lying on the floor. I look at the kitchen counter where we yelled at each other. I look at the couch where I made Arizona sleep. Last night, the worst night of my life, is flashing like lights in my mind.
