The room looked the same. Why she thought or believed the room she shared with Cruz was going to be different somehow after only a couple of nights away was confusing to her. Yet, in her mind, as she looked around the room and saw all her belongings exactly where she left them, interspersed with Cruz’s things, she felt the urge to cry. Nothing was changed.
“What’s wrong?” Cruz immediately noted the way she was rapidly blinking.
“I thought it would be altered.”
“Altered how?”
“I don’t know. I thought maybe my things would be gone or put away or yours would be packed up.”
He smiled as he took her hand and led her to the bathroom. “Now why would I pack stuff up? I wasn’t leaving here without you, Presley.” He turned the shower on. “Do you want help or do you want some time alone?”
“Woul
