Emma's Point Of View
The morning sunlight streamed through the window, bathing the room in a warm glow. I stretched lazily, expecting to hear Adrian's sarcastic morning greeting, but the cabin was eerily silent. I checked the kitchen, the porch, and even the little reading nook he favored, but there was no sign of him. Irritated, I grabbed my phone and called him. The line rang three times before going to voicemail. Again.
"Figures," I muttered, tossing the phone on the counter.
It was our last day at the resort, and he was already MIA. I wasn’t sure why his absence annoyed me so much. After all, we weren’t exactly a couple. Still, I couldn’t shake the pang of disappointment. Resigning myself to a solo morning, I whipped up a quick breakfast, pancakes, scrambled eggs, and orange juice.
