I stirred awake early in the morning and immediately noticed that Jack was already up, his side of the bed empty. I swung my legs over the edge and slipped into my exercise clothes, feeling the cool fabric against my skin.
Once dressed, I headed downstairs, the wooden steps creaking softly beneath my feet. The packhouse was eerily quiet; I couldn’t see or hear a soul around me. Curiosity tugged at me, prompting me to step out onto the patio. The morning air was crisp, carrying the faint scent of dew and fresh earth as I took in the serene surroundings.
As the first light of dawn spilled over the horizon, casting a warm, golden glow across the landscape, I knelt down to double-check the laces on my joggers, ensuring they were securely fastened. Satisfied, I walked down the stairs of the
