POV: Adriana
I woke up to an empty bed.
The other side was cold, the sheets already flat where Darius had slept. He was gone.
You’d think that since today was Sunday, we’d spend it together—just the two of us. But no. Apparently, my husband had an “early start,” whatever that meant.
With a quiet sigh, I rolled out of bed and walked into the bathroom. The hot shower helped clear my head.
I got dressed in a simple cream blouse and light jeans, then went to the dining room to have breakfast. As soon as I sat down, Grace kept my food on the table in front of me.
By the time I finished eating, it was past nine. I already knew what I wanted to do today—visit Adira. She’d been discharged from the hospital yesterday, and I hadn’t had the chance to really see her, with the event last nigh
