AMELIA
A ringing in my head jolts me awake, and in disarray, my eyes squeeze shut as my hand fumbles for my phone. The side of the bed is empty.
Worried, I open my eyes fully. I am alone in the room.
Where's Jake?
Yawning, I glance at the table clock by my nightstand, but instead, I find a breakfast tray with a romantic setup—honey, cheese, tomatoes, and not only freshly made fruit juice but also freshly picked flowers.
My smile is huge. This glamour is only something I hear people talk about; it never happens to me until now. I take a small note and read: "If you're reading this, it means you're awake. So, good morning, my love. I know we don't get much time during the week, but let me show you how our days will be any chance we get to be free. Eat; I made your favorite with my hands
