Book 2: Chapter 7

Three days later, Michael had a disturbing dream and woke up. He laid on the bed silently, and after some time, he helped himself sit up on the bed, his back resting on the headboard and his fingers massaging his temple. He let out a deep breath to steady his breathing.

After some time, the aftermath of the dream left his body, and just as he wanted to lie back down, his bathroom door opened and out walked the one woman he never expected to see in his home again. He was shocked—when did she enter? How come he didn’t hear any sound of water since he was awake if she was in the bathroom? And most importantly, how did she get in? Didn’t Gary lock the door and leave with the key?

His eyes followed the woman, who was still oblivious—or pretending to be oblivious—of his presence. He watched her sit at her dressing table and start applying her facial cream. Wait—when did she pack all those? If he could remember, it’s been a long time since she dr