The day was half spent when Monique's eyes flew open. She turned in the bed only to find herself completely alone yet again.

She felt tired but fulfilled. She painstakingly got out of bed, slipping on one of Edgar's shirt she found lying on a nearby couch before walking out.

Calling out Edgar's name several times only to be answered with the echo of her own voice. She returned to the bedroom only to notice a set of clothes had been laid out and frowned slightly when she realized ...