JADE
I stir awake, smiling even in my sleep. I puff the pillow underneath my head a bit, not ready to open my eyes yet.
Last night was a dream.
I tasted having a loving mate, a husband, whose only business is me.
I wasn’t prepared for the gestures, the sudden level of vulnerability, especially because he had been so adamant about not getting close to me in the beginning.
It just took me being terminally ill to get his attention. The reverie shatters.
I immediately reach for his side of the bed for validation.
But it’s cold and…empty.
Lukas is gone.
I shoot up, my palm still flattened over the cold bed. I can hear the cracks in my heart getting deeper and deeper. Fear seeping in.
Dressing into my robe, I check the bathroom, but a frown darkens my expression afterwards. He’s rea
