An overwhelming feeling that something had changed was nagging at Beau’s conscious before he even opened his eyes. It was an unsettling feeling, the sort he’d had only a few times in his life, like when his Nana had passed away. The next morning it had taken him a few moments to remember, yet the dread had been there, waiting for his mind to catch up. As he rolled over to check the time, he remembered that Mia should be there. But she wasn’t.

Wiping his hand down his face and running his fingers through his hair, Beau let out a sigh. He’d told her he loved her. Like a...