The sun rose up brightly over the great city of London. The morning sky was a clear blue color. Small, warm rays of sunlight slipped through the slight gap in the velvet curtains of the master bedroom. The golden light danced across the soft pillows and directly tickled Rowan's closed eyelids.
Rowan let out a low, sleepy groan. He did not want to wake up yet. He shifted his large body under the thick duvet. He reached his hand out across the wide mattress, blindly searching the bed for the soft, warm body of his wife.
But his hand found absolutely nothing. The bed beside him was completely empty. It was cold to the touch.
Rowan's eyes shot open instantly. The sleepy fog completely vanished from his mind.
