Grace POV

I wake to an empty bed.

The space beside me is cold. Ethan left a while ago.

Unease floods through me immediately. Sharp and instinctive.

Where is he? Why did he leave without waking me?

Then I see the note on the pillow. His handwriting. Neat and familiar.

"Gone to prepare your favorite breakfast. Be back soon."

The tension drains from my shoulders. Replaced by warmth that spreads through my chest.

He's making me ...