Michael’s POV
The sun peaked through the thin curtains in the living room. I covered my eyes and groaned from the sun's rays. I turned my head to the empty spot beside me.
"Havana?"
Where was she? Last night while packing we decided to take a break and ended up sleeping on the couch. I sat up and stretched my limbs, my neck cracked from the uncomfortable position I was in.
"Havana?"
I called again with no prevail. Why wasn't she answering? Was she hurt? Had I slept through a possible attack? I slowly stood from the couch, assessing the room. There was no sign of trouble or anything out of place.
My heart gradually began to race. Breathing started to feel impossible as the minutes ticked by. I had to find her, she had to be alright.