Mathew.

The next morning, I woke up feeling totally refreshed and energized.

Like I'd slept for a hundred years without a care.

My baby, my sweet Viola, wasn't next to me in the bed anymore.

The spot beside me was empty and cool.

I rubbed my eyes sleepily, blinking away the haze.

And straightened my back against the pillows in the bed.

Craning my neck to try and spot her somewhere in the room.

"Viola? Where are you hiding this early?" I called out softly, my voice still groggy. ...