She closed her eyes and drifted into a deep, peaceful sleep, while the villa's silence was almost audible, like a sigh from the walls themselves.
Upstairs, Hussein couldn't resist his curiosity; it was the first quiet night in a long time. He decided to take advantage of the opportunity and go to the garden—perhaps it wouldn't come again.
He moved slowly, his steps quiet, leaving his bed and heading towards the room. He opened the door gently and stepped out, closing it quietly behind him.
"This is Jesus's blessing," he whispered to himself. "The doors have stopped making those annoying noises." Hussein descended the stairs silently, heading towards the villa's front door. He opened it and stepped out, leaving the door ajar behind him. He went to the graves below Miranda's room, picked
