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Daphne When I woke in the morning, the king was gone, but the feeling of him lingered. Warm, comfortable, safe. That gnawing feeling of being unwell that I had felt since I left Nate was dulled, and I rolled off the bed with more energy than I had felt for days. It was a little odd to think that he had slunk away in the night, or sometime in the early hours of the morning, but I tried not to dwell on it. Nothing about our relationship was quite normal. And I had other things to think about than waking up alone. I dressed in my “professional psychologist” uniform, that is to say, a boring black skirt and blue-grey blouse. I pulled my hair up into a twist on the back of my head and applied a light layer of lip gloss. I wanted to look mature and professional when I met my new boss.