"Bruno?"

Beauty murmured again, her voice thick with sleep, barely audible.

Pushing herself up on one elbow, she squinted toward the lounge area visible through the half-open bedroom door. The faint hope that he might be sipping coffee or enjoying the view came to mind, but unfortunately, she was wrong.

She swung her legs over the side of the bed, grabbing the duvet and wrapping it around her naked body.

"Bruno?" she called again, louder this time, her voice trembling slightly.

No sign of him.

Beauty's chest tightened. A creeping unease spread through her as she checked the bathroom.

Empty.

The closet? Empty too.

Flashes of Tim leaving her after...