**** Ayla ****
I wake in a soft, comfortable bed with a headache, nausea, dizziness, and fatigue. Groaning, I rub the sleep from my eyes, then run my hands through my hair. It feels like I’ve been hit by a car. Slowly, my eyes focus and I recognize the room I’m in. Our master suite at the lake house. How did I get here?
I catch the scent of fresh flowers. Beside me, I see a glass jar with a large bouquet of mixed garden flowers. They remind me of the ones I used to get at the farmers market occasionally, not the posh florist where Matthew usually ordered from. I like the wildflower look but Matthew preferred more orderly arrangements.
“Babe, I’ve missed you.”I suck in a breath at the voice I recognize.
“You’re my everything. I’ll never touch you like that again. Please forgive me. I
