I wake up alone in bed and I can tell it's already mid-morning by the amount of sun streaming in the room. I stretch and roll to my side and come face to face with a note.
Take your time. I'll save breakfast for you.
I smile at the completely unnecessary note. I'm not actually his girlfriend, and this isn't the first time I will be alone in his house. I toss the note in the trash and get up and dressed. Checking the time, I see it's around 10am. I'm not sure how late we're staying today but I make sure I'm packed for whenever we leave.
The house is weirdly silent this morning, which has me a little curious as to where everyone is. In the kitchen I find a covered plate of food with my name on it in the same writing from the note. I fight the smile trying to break free from knowing that
