Rebecca POV:

When I got up I saw a rose in a vase on my desk, still covered in dew, and suddenly remembered that I had been held tightly in someone's arms last night.

Tightly held, as if afraid of losing it. Was it Matthew?

Or was I dreaming again?

I was a bit confused, but the flowers in the vase seemed to tell me again that it was all real.

After breakfast I went to the group, I didn't work yesterday and squeezed in a lot of work that I hadn't done, so when I got to the office I turned on my computer and started working on it....