The late autumn sun shone in through the window and lit up the room.

It didn’t happen often in Wild Cliff that you were woken up by the sun but it seemed the perfect metaphor for the events of their lives, or at least Lola thought.

She turned in bed with a smile and patted the empty side next to her.

That side of the bed had been made and was cold.

When did Jax leave?

She got up and tied the robe around her before walking out with a yawn.

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