Ethan’s Pov
I woke up to an empty bed. Most days started the same, but I distinctly remember falling asleep with Ava huddled in my arms.
I turned over. The soft, floral scent from her perfume permeated the pillows and blankets that surrounded me. Ava, though, was gone. I sat still and listened to the sound of movement in the house thinking that she may have gotten up to shower or make herself breakfast.
Silence.
I threw the blankets to the side, sitting up in the bed and rubbing a hand over my face. Stubble was forming on my chin, I’d need to shave later. Groaning, I lifted myself from the mattress and noticed a little slip of paper resting on top of my phone on the nightstand.
Ava’s handwriting was scrawled in black ink.
‘Ethan,
Thank you for being so brave for me, I think it’
