The next morning, Kate woke up in a cold and lonely bed. Beside her was Bastien’s shirt with his scent and a note:

Princess, I had to go to the city. Take care. I left you breakfast. Don’t eat too much chocolate. I love you…

Kate smiled and hugged his shirt. Despite wanting to hate him and stay away, every day she needed him more. She got up but felt weak; her throat itched and her head began to hurt.

—Mmm… I have the flu —she said.

She went to the kitchen, and on the little table was breakfast