The sunlight filtering through the curtains painted a soft golden hue across Desiree’s face. She stirred slowly, stretching as warmth filled her limbs. A small smile curved her lips as her fingers brushed the sheets beside her only to find the space cold and empty.

Her brows furrowed, and her eyes fluttered open. Roman’s side of the bed was empty. In his place lay a single red rose, dew-kissed and freshly cut, resting on the pillow. Beside it was a folded note, his handwriting bold and ...