The digital clock on the bedside table in the guest room blinked a bright, aggressive red at 10:14 PM.
Standing in the center of the room while holding my toothbrush, the last ten minutes in the attached bathroom. Scrubbing my teeth until my gums actively tingled and washing my face with cold water were desperate attempts to wash away the profound exhaustion of the day.
The guest room was undeniably beautiful. Decorated in elegant shades of cream and gold, featuring a plush carpet that felt like velvet under bare feet and a bed that looked like it belonged in a five-star hotel, the space was perfectly luxurious.
However, it was also completely silent.
Walking over to the window and looking out at the city revealed the rain had finally started, exactly as the forecast predicted. Lashing
