Chapter 12

My drowsy eyes fluttered open and met darkness.

‘Where am I?’ I sat up, and the thick but soft duvet slid off my body. The memories of yesterday built up in my brain.

Dante escorted me to his office…

I drank chamomile tea…

I decided to close my eyes for a few seconds…

‘Oh sheep! I slept off.’ I thought, letting out a small yawn and stretching like a cat. I felt good, really good.

No migraines or headaches No sore limbs. No tired muscles.

Refreshed was the perfect word to describe my state of mind and body.

‘How long was I out? Where is my phone?’

My hand ran across the side table, and my fingers brushed against my purse instead of my phone.

I picked it up and unzipped the zipper. My phone wasn’t inside.

‘Where is it?’

I pulled the string of my bedside lamp, and golden yellow light beamed from it onto the table. My phone wasn’t there as expected.

‘Where did I drop it?’ I rubbed my hands against my jeans pockets, and I didn’t feel any rectangular shape.

The drawers of the