THE NEXT DAY
It was 6:30 a.m. when Ariana and Vincent sat across from each other at the long breakfast table, sunlight filtering softly through the wide glass windows and settling lazily on the imported glass plates. The house was quiet, not eerily like the previous day. It was the kind that made even laughter sound intimate. Ariana took a sip of juice and then laughed suddenly, the sound bright, showing off her dimples
“You know, I don’t know what came over me yesterday,” she said, shaking her head as if the memory still puzzled her. “I slept till almost eight in the evening. Eight. How many hours of sleep would that be?" She paused to count her fingers. Then, she chuckled again.
"One minute I was awake and waiting for you. Next, I opened my eyes to a dark sky. Imagine how confused I
