The sun was already high in the sky when Jessica stirred from her sleep. Her hand patted the space beside her, and when she felt no one there, she slowly opened her eyes. She was right—no one was there.
Her stomach rumbled loudly. Shaking her head helplessly, she muttered, "Hungry. I wonder if there's any breakfast downstairs."
She glanced around the room, but there was no sign of Davis or anyone else. Her ears perked up as she strained to hear if he was in the bathroom, but it was silent.
The bed was already cold—a clear sign that Davis had left a long time ago, she wondered where he had gone off to while she is still dozing in bed at such an odd hour. Rubbing her temples, she sighed. "At this rate, I'm definitely becoming lazy," she muttered to herself.
