Bianca
I woke up slowly, still groggy from last night’s bout of sickness. The bed was warm and comfortable, but something felt off. My hands patted the empty space beside me. Isaac was gone.
Sitting up, I rubbed my eyes and glanced around the room. No sign of him.
For some reason, his absence unsettled me. Maybe it was just the pregnancy hormones getting to me, but before I could think twice, I climbed out of bed and padded over to the hidden door in the closet.
But when I tried the handle, it was locked. Seemingly from the other side.
I bit my lip, brow furrowing as an image flashed through my mind. He’d been out at the bar before coming to my rescue last night. Did he go back to his room after I fell asleep? Did he… have a guest he had to get back to?
The though
