Chapter 12:
[Ciara's POV]
The next morning, when I opened my eyes, bright sunlight streamed through the glass window. I sat up slowly, blinking as I rubbed my eyes. For a moment, I felt a little lost.
Then I realized it. I was still in Daryl's room. And he... wasn't here.
I was alone. Perfect! At least now I could think about how to spend the next few weeks of my life.
I yawned and glanced down at what I was wearing. It had already been 24 hours since my last bath.
"I need a change of clothes," I muttered, suddenly remembering I hadn’t brought any luggage. I had no idea where to even find new clothes.
I let out another sigh and looked toward Daryl’s wardrobe. My lips parted slightly.
“He wouldn’t mind, would he?” I bit my bottom lip, thinking about what to do next.
After a few se
