When Mila woke up the next morning, the other side of the bed was empty. The pillow beside her was cold.
Dominic was gone.
A sharp ache pierced her chest.
Mila slowly sat up, her fingers tightening around the blanket. Her gaze swept across the room instinctively, as if expecting him to emerge from the shadows.
But there was no sign of him.
Her heart clenched painfully.
She still had no idea how he had slipped into her room last night, or how he had left without anyone noticing.
"Why did you leave without saying goodbye?" she whispered.
Tears immediately burned behind her eyes. Every moment she spent with him came flashing back into her mind.
She wanted him beside her, wanted to wake up in his arms every morning, and wanted him to stay with her and their child.
But she knew he couldn't.
Not yet.
He still had a mission to complete. Only after it was over could they finally live the life they both dreamed of.
"Baby..." Her trembling hand slid over her rounded belly.
