Chapter Thirty-Two

Valentine

I woke up the next day with the slow golden light of midday beautifully filtering through my window. I rolled over in bed so that I was lying across the mattress sideways. I gently lifted my head from the pillow I was clutching and realized what I was doing; searching the air for a trace of something delectable. Dad's probably cooking something again, I thought. But for what now? This phenomenon only happens once in a blue moon.

I checked my phone first with high hopes that Dominic had left any early