Olivia
I opened my eyes to the warm morning light streaming through the curtains. I felt the bed beside me—empty.
Nathan was already up. A quick glance at the clock told me it was barely past six in the morning. I sighed, still half-embedded in the sweet cocoon of sleep, and sat up. The scent of freshly brewed coffee wafted into the room, instantly pulling me toward full wakefulness.
I slipped out of bed and followed the aroma, finding Nathan in the other room, a suitcase open on the couch. Already, despite the early hour, he was fully dressed and methodically packing. He looked up and smiled as I walked in, the expression reaching his tired eyes.
“Good morning, beautiful.”
“Morning,” I replied, padding over to him. “You’re up early. Everything okay?”
He nodded, bu
