Chapter 7

Natalie

A few days have passed since the party, and I wake up to the sound of my door unlocking. Before I know it, there are plenty of voices in my hallway. I don't even have time to wipe the drool off my face before it sounds like I'm getting robbed.

What is going on?!

I sit up in my bed like a rocket and slip into my morning gown.

"Hello?" a male voice asks. "Anybody home?"

I pick up my phone from the nightstand and wander out of my bedroom with confusion making my heart race. My jaw slacks to the floor when I find men clad in blue t-shirts taking down my paintings from the walls.

Am I still dreaming?

Hallucinating?

Holy pancakes, what was in those cereals I ate yesterday?

"Are you Natalie Gracen?" A man holding a clipboard is looking me up and down. He wears a cap like the rest of them, but a star is on the front. Is he the leader or something?

"That would be me... What is going on?"

The man blinks. "We are the moving company you hired? Your husband called us?"

Husband?

Wait.

Noah?