Aviva

I wake to full sunlight bursting through ceiling height windows, warming the sheets covering a four poster bed. A cool morning breeze drifts through the open windows, ruffling the lace curtains as birdsong floats through the air.

It’s like something out of a dream. I stretch, groaning with delight as my skin slides over satin sheets, and relax with a slump.

I slept like the dead.

But as I feel toward the opposite side of the bed, the sheets are cool and empty. I roll over and reach for the bedside table where a piece of paper is propped against a vase full of fresh flowers.

“There’s breakfast down...