Eleanor's flight from Pittsburgh departed in the evening, and it was nearly nine o'clock by the time she returned to Washington. The taxi ride from the airport to Hill Manor took about forty minutes.
Using the password, she unlocked the door to find the interior shrouded in darkness.
With a click of the light switch, the room flooded with brightness, revealing Asher lounging casually on the sofa.
His distinct features exuded a sense of detachment, accentuated by the soft glow highlighting his bronzed complexion and deep-set eyes.
On the table sat a glass of water, its surface adorned with a delicate mist above the waterline, hinting that it had been there for a while
Beside it were two items that resembled photographs, but Eleanor, who was slightly nearsighted, couldn't discern them c
