My phone’s scream woke me up, and I leaned over to stop its ceaseless noise as I groaned. I opened my eyes to a still dim room, not yet filled with the sun’s morning light.
“Kisten?” I called out to him as I rubbed the sleep from my eyes, but only silence answered me as I slowly sat up. I looked over my shoulder and saw that the bed beside me was empty, my heart pounding as I noticed. I quickly grabbed my phone and double-checked the time: I hadn’t overslept, so Kisten should have still been there. I wasn’t much of a morning person, usually sleeping until late in the afternoon, but he had promised to wait for me so we could leave the hotel together. Because of his extra duties, we wouldn’t see each other again until the wedding and I had looked forward to the small amount of extra time I
