April stirred awake, her eyelids heavy with sleep. The warm glow of morning sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting soft shadows across the room.
She groaned softly, shifting on the bed, but as her eyes adjusted, she froze.
Richard was sitting on the couch he normally slept on.
Fully dressed.
And glaring at her.
Her eyebrows knitted together. What the hell is he doing?
April huffed, ignoring the weight of his gaze.
Instead of questioning him, she simply sat up, stretched her arms, and got off the bed.
Without a word, she walked straight to the bathroom.
As she closed the door behind her, she exhaled sharply, gripping the sink.
Why was he just sitting there? And why the hell was he staring at her like that?
She turned on the faucet, splashing cool water on her face to sha
