6 Undercover
When Alice opened her eyes, it was late noon, and she was alone.
A dim light, typical of bad autumnal days, was seeping through the window. She could hear the steady, monotonous ticking of the rain, which was falling on the roofs and sliding on the windows. She had a bad premonition and buried herself under the sheets again.
The pillows barrier had held all night, carrying out its duty. Not needing it anymore, Alice kicked it down and, without thinking twice, she moved to Tom’s side. When she laid her head on his pillow, a delicate scent brought to her mind the memory of his hand touching her side. That little gesture had been enough to trigger a fire in her that, without a proper outburst, had gone off after a few hours, while he was already resting, still as a statue.
