The following morning, I wake up alone. I open my eyes and roll around to see the empty space next to me where Ethan should be.
But before the disappointment can sting me, I find a folded note and a flower on my pillow. Giggling like a schoolgirl, I open the note that reads:
"I've never hated my pack duties more than this morning. Hope you have a lovely day, princess."
I swoon and look at a purple flower that grows in the woods behind the house. I don't even know its name, but it's definitely now one of my favorites.
I grin like a fool over breakfast, earning more than a few curious glances from my mom. However, my mood dampens a bit when I catch a flash from her wristwatch in my peripheral, which reminds me of the nightmare I had last night.
As I recall the gloomy details of it,
