Leo's Point of View

Two weeks ago,

"Daddy, Daddy, Daddy!" Cato squealed jumping on the bed. "Wake up!"

I opened my eyes, looked at the clock and groaned. I don't remember the last time I wasn't woken up before 6.

"Can I have a cuddle?" he asked crawling onto my back.

I sighed and lifted him off my back and into the air.

He screamed with delight as I threw him up and caught him again.

"Come here, you little monkey!" I said hugging him tightly as he giggled.

I then looked beside me to Ella's side of the bed.

"Cato, where's Mommy?" I asked in a far more serious tone.

"Maybe she downstairs. Or running," Cato replied.

But she never goes for a run without telling me first. Never.

I stood up with him still in my arms and made my way into the hall.

"Ella?!" I called.

No response.

"Ells!? Where are you?!" I called again.

Still no response.

I searched the library, kitchen, living room and all my children's rooms but still no Ella.

"Cato, will you go and get my phone from Mommy and Daddy's room, please," I said putting him on the floor.

He nodded and ran up the stairs as I went into my office. The second I entered I immediately spotted a single sheet of lined paper on my desk with Ella's beautiful handwriting on it. It looked rushed and was clearly written hastily but beautiful all the same.

I lifted it up, my heart rate all ready increasing, and began to read. I studied each individual word carefully and then, unable to believe what I was seeing, read the whole thing again.

"I got your telemaphone, Papa," a little voice said from the door.copy right hot novel pub