Dalton felt as though he had just awakened from a deep sleep, and a throbbing headache immediately struck him, making his head spin.
He looked at the other side of the bed, and the sheet appeared smooth, as if it had never been slept on. When he glanced at the clock on the nightstand, it read 10 in the morning. He thought that Maya must have stayed up late watching a TV series and had fallen asleep on the couch.
He became lost in thought, trying to recall what he had done the previous day. The only thing he could remember was drinking the ginger tea that Nana Rose had made for him. He hurried to the living room in search of his wife.
His head of security, Aiden, and Nana Rose were sitting on the couch, looking distraught. At that moment, Dalton knew. He could feel it deep in his bones, through the pain surging throughout his entire being: Vico had stolen Maya from him.
His fears and nightmares have become a stark reality: he has lost Maya, his wife. She is gone.
