Brianna’s POV
I woke up on the edge this morning. The morning light filtered in through the open blinds making me even more agitated than normal.
I wasn’t used to this — the space, the brightness. My old room at the Stewart mansion barely had a window worth mentioning.
“Ughhh.” The groan tore through me as I stretched across the mattress.
Then it hit me, I suddenly had a strange and weird feeling.
I missed Adrian.
Just last night he was in bed with me by the time I woke.
I rolled over on the bed, picked up my phone from the bedside table, checking for messages.
Nothing. There were no calls, no texts. Just nothing.
My father was still angry with me. My family too. The silence from them felt heavier than any words they could’ve said. It only means he still blame me and that alone is
