Though he’d glimpsed the interior of the house through many an open door or window, and though Richard had invited him inside, the sense of trespass followed Ethan all the way across the main entrance hall and up the staircase to Richard’s room.
Not knowing what to expect, Ethan paused at the threshold. The decor was white, grey, and pale yellow. Simple. Where Ethan’s room struggled to contain everything, Richard’s sleeping quarters were almost minimalistic. One wardrobe, a chest of drawers, a bed, and a small desk in a vast space. Flatpack furniture. Cheap chipboard. What the hell?
The sight stunned Ethan into stillness, his inability to fathom Ruby Gardener allowing this numbing his mind. This was so different from the sleeping arrangement of the home Richard wished to buy with its mas
