Morning comes blasting sunlight into the bedroom. Waking, I stretch, pleasantly sore from the night before. I look to the right of me expecting to see Irv.
He isn't there.
I sit up, listening for any signs of him being in the house.
Nothing.
"Well, where the hell did he go?" I ask myself aloud.
I check my phone. Maybe there is a message from him, letting me know what's going on.
Nope. No text. No voicemail.
Ok. Ok. Not gonna freak. I am sure there is a reason for him not being here and not telling me about it.
I swing my legs out of bed, planting my feet on the sun-warmed hardwood floors. I grab my robe from the chair next to the bed and make my way to the kitchen.
Walking out of the bedroom, I am greated with the sight of tons, and I mean TONS of red roses. Roses are everywher
