~LAUREN’S POV~

Padding my way to the kitchen, I opened the fridge and grabbed a bottle of wine. I poured a helpful glass took a long sip, and allowed the warmth to seep through me.

Standing there in the dim light, I finally started to relax. But the peace didn't last.

A sharp knock at the door made me freeze.

I peek at the clock on the wall. It was well past ten. Who would be visiting me this late?

Setting my glass down, I hesitated for a moment before heading towards the door. Peering through the peephole, my breath caught in my throat.

Patrick.

“What the hell?” I whispered...