EBONY
I was comfy and didn’t want to move, but I knew I had to.
Slowly opening my eyes, I looked toward the side of Drew's bed where he slept, but no one was there. I was laying on my front, so I moved up, got into a sitting position, and scanned around the room.
I feel movement in my head, and Cleo comes close, yawning. “What’s wrong?” she asked, looking through my eyes.
“Drew’s not here,” I murmured.
Cleo stilled. “He might be making breakfast for us,” she murmured, feeling hopeful.
I said nothing as I got up, wrapping the sheet around me. Walking over to the bedroom door and headed out, I looked around the flat, and there was no sign of him.
Where was he?
Walking over to the kitchen, I noticed a piece of paper on the counter and moved closer to read it.
“Sweetheart, I’m downsta
