Windsor's POV
My eyes fluttered open to an empty bed and golden afternoon light streaming through the windows.
I blinked at the position of the sun, my mind struggling to process how late it had gotten. The sheets beside me were cold, no trace of Zion's warmth remaining.
"Seriously?" I muttered, pushing myself up on my elbows and gripping the blanket edge. Had I really slept away most of the day?
The exhaustion must have finally caught up with me. All those sleepless nights spent aching for Zion, combined with the intensity of work, had apparently taken their toll on my body.
A folded piece of paper sat on the nightstand next to a carefully arranged tray of food.
I grabbed the note first, recognizing Zion's bold handwriting immediately: Had to return to the East side. Flood repairs aren't finished yet. Didn't have the heart to disturb your sleep. Take care of yourself, Beautiful - C with a small heart drawn beside it.
