ALEXANDER
The minute I wake up, I know something is wrong.
I feel it before I turn to the other side of the bed...and the instant I set my eyes on it, I feel a mixture of panic and fear hit me.
Melissa’s gone.
“Melissa?” I call out still, hanging on the hope that I’m being paranoid and she’s somewhere around, but I don’t get any reply.
Still, that doesn’t mean anything right? I get out of bed now, my mind scanning through my memory of the night before. She was in bed with me...she slept in my arms last night.
So where is she? Did she go for a walk in the garden? Is she back to spending some private time on the roof? Has she gone to her cottage? How would that even be possible....she has barely been able to wake up before noon these past few days.
Then where is she?
I hurriedly put
