The day had started without any grand fanfare. The morning sun was already high in the sky, dyeing the horizon with warm hues of gold and amber. A calm, cool breeze drifted in through the half-open windows, carrying with it the sweet, soothing scent of fresh blossoming flowers from the garden.
Jessica stirred awake, her movements sluggish and reluctant, her brows knitting instinctively as her hand reached out to the space beside her. It was cold—dead cold.
Her brow furrowed deeper. "What? He didn't return again after I left the lobby?" she murmured to herself, her voice tinged with confusion and a flicker of concern.
Shaking her head quickly in denial, she whispered, "No... that's impossible. He can't just leave." Her head throbbed, a dull pain spreading slowly from her temples. She raised her hand, massaging the ache with careful fingers.
