—Mabel—

Sunlight filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the bedroom.

I opened my eyes and a lazy smile spilled on my lips as I recalled last night.

But I glanced at his side of the bed and it was empty.

Where did he go?

Sitting up, I clutched the sheet to my chest and spotted a folded note on the nightstand.

‘I'm in the kitchen making breakfast… I apologize in case it turns out terrible. This is my first time making anything.’

I pressed a hand to my mouth and laughed ...