In the dim, enclosed room, I jolted awake. The silent figure waiting beside the bed slowly stood and switched on the warm amber nightlight at the headboard.
Only after I had fully adjusted did he pull open the curtains. Warm, radiant sunlight poured in through the window, allowing me to finally see the structure of the room clearly.
A white carpet. A crackling fireplace. The ceiling was adorned with a crystal chandelier. It was exactly the kind of home I had once described to Rowan as the place I wanted most.
And when the man by the window turned around, it was unmistakably Rowan's face. Panic surged through me as I scrambled backward, curling tightly beneath the blanket while grabbing a pillow nearby and hurling it at him.
“Get away from me! Leave! I don’t want to see you!”
Rowan’s
