Sara

I sighed, waking up to the shining sun. It was beautiful and this house was fantastic but it wasn’t MY house. This wasn’t where I was supposed to be and Jaxon still wasn’t here. I rolled over and stared at the ceiling. I groaned at the soft knock on the door.

"Just come in," I snarled. Antonio pushed open the door as best he could with the familiar breakfast tray. Despite my attitude, he was still smiling.

"Good morning."

"Isn’t it?" I ...