The next day, the sound of birds singing, rather than the honking of cars, woke me up. The light entering the room was so strong that it was impossible to keep sleeping, so I turned towards Arthur's spot to hug him, but my hand didn't find him.
The night before, after blowing out the candles, we enjoyed a couple of drinks, and when the guests said goodbye, we decided to rest and enjoy a night without any other activities, which we needed. I lifted my head to confirm what my hand had felt, and indeed Arthur was not there.
—Arthur?— I called out, thinking he might be in the bathroom, but there was no response.
I threw off the covers and put on my robe, because there was a possibility that he might have gone down to the kitchen or even to his office. I glanced at the bathroom, and it was e
