Chapter 10: A Touch of Understanding
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The rain had been falling steadily since noon, soft drizzles brushing against the mansion’s wide glass windows. Tinah sat on the edge of the living room sofa, watching it fall, her fingers curled around a cup of warm cocoa. Everything about the mansion felt too big, too silent, yet oddly comforting on rainy days like this.
She’d gotten used to the quiet, the luxury, and even Rowland’s strange schedule. But what she hadn’t gotten used to… was him. The way he appeared and disappeared like mist, and the way his presence still stirred something confusing deep inside her.
The door creaked gently, and she turned. There he was—Rowland Terry, freshly showered, hair damp, dressed in a dark sweater that made him look more human than usual.
“Didn’t think anyone else liked rain this much,” he said as he walked in.
Tinah shrugged, unsure how to respond. “It makes everything feel softer… less sharp.”
Rowland glanced at her then walked to the bar and poured himself a drink. He didn’t offer to sit. Just stood there, watching the rain too.
“I used to hate it,” he said suddenly, catching her by surprise. “My mother loved the rain. She said it washed everything clean. After she died, I couldn’t stand it anymore.”
Tinah blinked. This was the most personal thing he had ever told her.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered, unsure why it felt so heavy between them.
Rowland didn’t speak for a long moment. Then he finally sat across from her, nursing his drink.
“I didn’t let people in after that. It was easier.”
“Easier… but lonelier,” she added before she could stop herself.
He didn’t argue. He looked at her like he was seeing her for the first time. Like he wasn’t just tolerating her presence anymore.
“You’re different,” he said.
Tinah set down her cup. “Is that good or bad?”
A small, fleeting smile brushed his lips. “Good. Dangerous. I haven’t decided.”
She laughed softly, leaning back on the couch. “You don’t have to decide. I’m just here for the contract, remember?”
But something in her chest pulled tight. She wasn’t sure she believed her own words anymore.
Rowland leaned forward. “Why did you agree to it, Tinah? Really?”
She hesitated. “Because I needed a chance. A fresh start. And… because saying no felt like I’d be walking away from something I couldn’t explain.”
He looked away. “You still want to leave when it ends?”
Her throat tightened. She wanted to say yes. But the truth was becoming more complicated every day.
“I don’t know anymore.”
Their eyes met. For the first time, neither looked away.
The rain kept falling, the room filled with its soft music—and something unspoken settled in the space between them.
Something fragile.
Something real.
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