Sanford blinked, wondering if his vision was betraying him in the morning light.

He rubbed his eyes and looked again.

The message was unmistakable.

It was a break-up text from Maggie!

Sanford's features, usually so striking, twisted into a frown as he dialed her number in haste.

But all he met was the chill of an automated message.

Maggie's phone was off.

His expression shifted, a mix of emotions playing across his face. He attempted to reach her multiple times, to no avail.

His breathing grew heavy, and it wasn't until memories of the previous night surfaced that alarm bells rang in his mind.

She had wept bitterly. Her unusual fervor in bed last night was rare.

Was it because she intended to end their relationship?

Confusion whirled within him. Why would she end things so abruptly?

Why?

Had she gone away?

With a grimace, Sanford marched back to the bedroom, only to find that every gift he had ever given her remained.

Yet, her clothes were missing.

She had truly left!

In Skrix, Rosalynn's eyes widened as she gazed at the man lying next to her.

“Why are you here?" she inquired, her voice a mix of surprise and confusion. Surely, this was her own room, wasn't it?

Then why was Brian on her bed?