Olivia POV

I rose with the sun. A habit I’d gotten into when Hope was younger and needed attention at all hours. My internal clock adjusted accordingly, and it was rare that I didn’t see the sunrise.

Rolling onto my side, an arm extended, as it always did, searching for Ellis. My hand only found a smooth, cool sheet.

“Shit,” I cursed, my eyes still closed.

I opened them to be sure. As expected, Ellis was nowhere to be seen. He had come to bed the night before. ...