Early the next morning, Evelyn woke up to find the spot next to her already empty.
She glanced around the bedroom—Julian was nowhere to be seen.
Still wrapped in the warmth of the blanket, Evelyn rolled over and buried her face into it.
His scent still lingered faintly, wrapping around her like a gentle hug.
She stayed in bed a few more minutes before finally sitting up with a stretch and slipping out from under the covers.
Shuffling toward the bathroom, she noticed her toothbrush was already prepped with toothpaste, and a clean cup sat next to the sink.
She couldn't help but smile.
Quickly freshening up, she headed to the walk-in closet and chose a light pink floral dress.
Glancing at herself in the full-length mirror, she tied back just the sides of her hair, le
