Back at the Greenville mansion.
(Previously written as Dax’s Mansion.)
Dax stirred in his sleep. Subconsciously, his right hand reached out, stretching to the other side of the bed, where lay his wife.
Amelia.
A faint smile drew from his lips at just the thought.
Her warmth… her Scent. It still lingered.
His hand inched further out.
He wanted that again— her again, in his arms
Just as before…
The dream had been so beautiful.
He’d slept with so much ease, unlike his few nights alone at the hospital without her.
This, he could only be described as peace, and she’d given that to him.
Right?
Or so he thought. Briefly.
Dax’s fingers touched the empty, cold sheets.
No matter how far he reached, he just couldn’t seem to get to her
What was going on?
His brows wrinkled as he extended his arm, reaching further again into the bedside him, and still he felt nothing—No one.
Amelia!
Like a mind alarmed, his eyes snapped open, viewing the emptiness that was her side of the bed.
Where was s
