A faint scent of rain lingered in the early morning air as the man in bed stirred awake. Alexander's hand instinctively reached out to the space beside him, only to find it cold and empty.
Alarmed, he bolted upright, shaking off the remnants of sleep. His sharp eyes scanned the room, but Phoebe was nowhere to be seen.
His gaze landed on a note resting on the bedside table. He grabbed it, and as he read, his expression darkened to an icy grimace.
"Left?"
Alexander clenched the note, snatched his phone, and leaped out of bed. Dialing swiftly, he simultaneously rummaged through the drawers.
Her passport and ID lay untouched.
His frown deepened. She didn't take anything. Where could she have gone?
A gut instinct whispered one name: Gavin. If she dared to turn to him, she would learn th
