After Layson left to shower, Adela sat frozen on the couch, his words still ringing in her ears.
“Not tonight. Go sleep in the next room.”
She blinked, trying to make sense of it. Why had he asked her here at all? What was the point?
The sound of water running in the bathroom snapped her out of her thoughts. Her cheeks burned, perhaps from the wine, or maybe from the confusion swirling in her mind. She got up, stretching stiff legs, and walked toward the room Layson had mentioned.
Opening the door, a cool breeze greeted her. The room’s window was slightly ajar, allowing the crisp night air to seep in. Adela welcomed the relief, stepping over to close the window. The room was minimally furnished but tidy, with an inviting bed waiting in the corner. She sighed, shaking her head.
“What’s
