Alora’s POV

My eyes creaked open as the alarm clock on the bedside table rang loudly, only to be flooded by the harsh morning light. Instinctively, I reached out to my right, but my hand encountered only the cold empty sheets.

Morgan was not in bed with me even though I remembered sleeping in his arms last night.

Frustrated, I took it out on the alarm clock. It was just 6:40 A.M. for God’s sake!

I tossed the clock across the room, but thankfully, it landed on the couch.

It was my last day ...