Renée's POV:
The next morning I woke up and rolled over in bed. Reaching over in hopes to feel Ryker beside me but instead I feel the flat bed. Opening my eyes I look over and see that he wasn't there. It didn't look like he had been there at all during the night. I continued to lay there with my arm stretched over that side of the bed thinking about the day before. Images of what Blake was doing to me and what I had to endure with the doctor. I clenched the blanket as the images went through my mind.
I rolled back over in bed and sat up, moving the blanket off of me and swinging my legs over the side of the bed. I don't know what time it is and frankly, I don't really care. The only reason I'm getting out of bed in the first place is because I need t
