Carla's POV

THREE YEARS LATER

I don't know how long I must have slept but I know that it was for long because as I woke up, it's already bright in the room. I looked around me, Lucian wasn't by my side, his clothes and his phone which I remembered him dropping on the bedside table were gone.

The next thing I do is take a closer look at myself. I'm fucking dressed in pyjamas, the one the lounge management offered to us last night, as part of the wardrobe for the room we booked. Two of it hung, one for him and the other for myself, which I found...