Delphine pov
The first thing I noticed was the cold. That kind of sharp chill that creeps in when you’ve been abandoned by warmth, by presence. I groaned and shifted, my hand sliding over the sheets to the spot where he should’ve been. It was empty. Cold. My chest tightened as I blinked into the golden morning light spilling through the curtains.
I sat up, eyes scanning the room like maybe, just maybe, he was still here. Hiding in some shadow or corner. But of course, he wasn’t.
What was there, though, was a piece of paper. Folded neatly on the bedside table, like it hadn’t just ripped my morning apart by existing. My hand reached for it hesitantly, brushing over the familiar scrawl of his handwriting. Japhet.
With a sigh, I unfolded it.
"Good morning, my love. I didn’t want to wake y
