Andrei closed the door to Cristine’s room softly, careful not to make a sound that would disturb her sleep. The gentle rhythm of her breathing, steady and peaceful, resonated in his mind as he stood in the hallway. He took a deep breath, letting it out slowly before turning on his heel and walking toward his own room.
The corridor, lined with artwork and the soft glow of wall sconces, felt strangely empty tonight. He pushed open the heavy door to his room and crossed to the adjoining bathroom, the weight of Cristine’s story from dinner still pressing on his chest. The marble sink was cool beneath his hands as he leaned over, twisting the faucet and splashing cold water onto his face. Droplets trickled down, leaving trails across his tired features.
As he straightened, his eyes met their
