AMY POV

The next morning.

My eyes opened in the room she owned.

A sigh escaped my mouth as I sat up. I looked around and remembered what happened. Instead of guilt, there was a smile on my face.

I jumped out of bed, my thoughts racing. I inspected the room as though I expected Antonio to be in it. But he wasn't - and I could understand why. Of course. I would leave if I were in his shoes. “Good morning, Amy.” Someone called from outside. A voice I recognized and now I could only wish the owner didn't come to her door. Not this early.

“Amy?”

“Huh?” I...