I dreamed of Isabelle. Her smile, her laugh, the warmth of her hand in mine. In my dream, we were still on the Ferris wheel, suspended at the highest point with the world spread out beneath us like a blanket of twinkling lights. She leaned toward me, her lips brushing against mine as she whispered, "I'll always love you, Liam."
A sharp knock jolted me from sleep. I blinked groggily, disoriented by the sudden intrusion. The room was bathed in morning light, much brighter than it should have been for the early hour I'd planned to wake. My eyes widened as I realized my alarm hadn't gone off.
"Isabelle," I mumbled, reaching for my phone. The screen showed three missed calls – all from the hotel reception. It was nearly noon.
Another knock, more insistent this time. I stumbled to the door, my heart racing with an inexplicable dread. It wasn't Isabelle standing there, but a hotel staff member.
"Mr. Knight? There's someone asking for you in the lobby."
