The following morning, a soft knock on the door wakes me from slumber. Checking the time, I see it is already 8a.m.

I shuffle to the door, hair disheveled and yawning repeatedly and tiredly on the way. Twisting the handle of the door, I see Nolan fully dressed and standing there, his relaxed gaze is fixed on me in such a way that makes my heart tumble and the air feel heavy.

I breathe into my palms before questioning, "Where were you yesterday? I got so worried. I panicked and ...