Chapter 35 A Gift From Zachary
- The morning sunlight filtered through gauzy curtains, warm and inviting, but Hazel burrowed deeper into the cozy embrace of her blanket. Her sleepy eyes fluttered open, and she nuzzled her cheek into the pillow beside her, seeking the source of last night's comfort.
- The other side of the bed was cold. Empty.
- Zachary was already gone.