The light of the morning sun was filtering through the curtains into the bedroom and beaming all over our king sized bed. I yawned, my hand groping for Lucas automatically, but feeling only the empty space beside me.
Slightly frowning, I had to sit up and look at the clock on the nightstand. 7:30 AM. Normally, Lucas was an early riser.
I got up and went down to the kitchen, the smell of freshly brewed coffee guiding me. In the kitchen, I found a hastily scribbled note on the counter in the kitchen, I found a hastily scribbled note on the counter:
"Emergency at work. Didn't wish to disturb you. Will tell you all about it later. Lots of love, L."
With a deep breath, I brewed a cup of decaffeinated coffee which the doctor advised and then sat in the breakfast area.
