I roamed my eyes around the area, looking for Ethan. I glanced at the wall clock and found it was already six in the morning. He was gone on the bed beside me when I woke up. No wonder I felt like something was missing. I was used to placing my hands on his chest whenever we were sleeping together. Except for the moment, he was in a coma, and I was forced to be in a separate room to sleep. I let out an enormous sigh. Where could he have been at this type of hour?

I walked towards the grand staircase on the first floor of this house....