In Caden's dream, he married Alicia, and they moved into that castle, living a carefree, happy life.

But the happiness didn't last. Caden woke up with a shiver, still in his study chair.

The sky outside was pitch dark, with only the desk lamp casting a lonely glow.

He shifted a bit, and the room spun, his body felt cold, but his breath was hot. He touched his forehead and, just like he thought, it was burning up.

He pushed himself up and glanced at the door. “Alicia?”

Silence was all he got in return.

The dark, empty living room only made him feel more lonely.

But he clearly remembered that she had come home before he fell asleep.

Caden slowly stepped out, calling into the darkness, “Lucky?”

But there was no reply.

Caden realized that she had gone out.

His mouth felt dry, so he poured and slowly drank a glass of water.

The plain, tasteless water was hard to get down, making him think of the old days when, as long as Alicia was around, everything was clean and smelled nice.

Back then, his glass was rarely just plain water. There was always at least a slice of honey lemon in it.

But she hadn't been home for a long time.

The apartment still looked the same, but little by little, Alicia's presence seemed to fade. The trash bin was full of cigarette butts from his sleepless night, giving off a stale smell.

A wave of panic hit Caden's chest.

It felt like Alicia was slipping away, getting ready to leave him for good.

He skipped the medicine, grabbed his car keys, and left, texting Alicia to ask where she was.

“I'm at Monica's place," she replied.

"Want me to come to you?"

She paused for a moment before replying, “Do whatever you want."

Alicia had visited Gerry, thanked him for taking care of Cade, and then took it with her to Monica's place.

Monica was thrilled, and with the big yard in the Flynn family estate, the dog had plenty of space to play.