I woke up the next morning in an empty bed. I sat up and looked around the room, Isaac wasn’t anywhere to be found. I felt the exhaustion in my bones and stress in my shoulders. I couldn’t help but think about the inevitable storm that was coming my way. My parents were no doubt going to inquire about my whereabouts. That letter must have arrived at least a day or two ago.
Father was either going to ride out to MacKenzie land or write Graham about the discrepancy in my location. Either way, someone was going to be looking for me.
I was pulled from my thoughts when I felt a little somersault in my stomach. I was taken off guard, its unlike anything that I’ve felt before. I shot up in bed and felt it again, it felt like little flutters. My stomach was doing a tidal wave, but I knew what
