Chapter Forty Six
The bright morning sun filtered softly and warmly through the thin bedroom curtains as I slowly stirred awake in the large, comfortable bed. I rolled over to my side, blinking my eyes against the light, and realized that the other side of the mattress was completely empty. However, when I reached my hand out to touch the white sheets, they were still warm. Khalid had left early for his intense team hockey training, just like he had told me he would before we fell asleep.
I looked over at the wooden nightstand and noticed something new sitting there. Right next to my lamp was a single, beautiful red rose, its petals still holding a few drops of fresh water. Resting beneath the stem of the flower was a small piece of paper with a handwritten note in Khalid’s large, bold
