Willow's POV

The sunlight filtered softly through the blinds as I woke up, still groggy from the strange, restless sleep. I glanced around and found myself alone in the living room. True to their word, the triplets were gone. For a moment, I thought it had been a surreal dream, but the faint scent of their cologne lingering in the air and the sheets scattered on the couch reminded me that it was real.

As I stretched and sat up, I spotted a note propped neatly on one of the sofas. My heart ...