Chapter One Hundred And Fifteen
The next morning, the cottage felt entirely different. The soft, golden peace that had filled the rooms over the last few days seemed to vanish, replaced by a sudden, heavy silence. The air inside my childhood bedroom was cool, and the bright sunlight streaming through the white curtains didn’t feel quite as warm as it had the day before.
I woke up slowly, my eyes blinking against the light, but I wasn't greeted by the usual sight of Khalid’s relaxed, sleeping face. Instead, the very first thing that pulled me out of my sleep was the harsh, aggressive buzzing sound of Khalid’s phone vibrating violently against the wooden nightstand.
Before I could even shift under the blankets, Khalid was already moving. He was sitting up straight in the bed, his massive
