ZORA —

The following day, early in the morning, I was still in bed, grimacing and rolling around when I began hearing some strange noises from the sitting room.

I tried to ignore it, but the noise was getting louder and louder.

"Zayn," I called, darting my hand around the bed to locate him and wake him up, but he was nowhere to be found on the bed.

I put on the light, trying to make sure I was in the right place, but still, he wasn't in the room. It was four o'clock for goodness' sake, so there's no way he's already out for business.

Panic engulfed me. Didn't...