Even though I was up here in the bedroom, I could hear every movement that Marcel made. And to say that he was upset would have been an understatement. I had never heard anyone clean a house as aggressively as he was doing. I was almost sure that I could feel the wind that the broom stirred up, but I knew that that was nothing more than my imagination.
I wasn’t sure why the house was this quiet, but it was starting to drive me up the walls. I wanted nothing more than to stand up and go downstairs to him to make sure that he was alright, and that he wasn’t taking his temper out on some unsuspecting piece of furniture.
But I couldn’t do that. I was willing to admit that I had been stupid to think that I would have managed to come all the way to the room by myself, but there was no harm i
