Chapter 63 Avery

• AVERY
• Little whines and whimpers beckon me to wake from a peaceful slumber. Morning light filters in through the curtains, welcoming me to another beautiful day on the island. Red dots appear in my peripheral, grabbing my attention to the vase that has appeared on my bed-side table. A dozen beautiful, long-stemmed roses sit in a crystal vase, with a note and cellphone sitting underneath.
• Sitting up, I rub the gunk from my eyes, grabbing the note and phone, my eyes scan the neatly written scrawl I immediately recognize as Drake’s.