After Ethan hung up the phone, he brought the ginger tea upstairs. The sound of water running from the bathroom filled the air, while the little kitten pawed at the bedspread. Ethan gently picked it up, placed the tea on the bedside table, and sat quietly, waiting for Natalie to come out.
Occasionally, muffled sobs could be heard from the bathroom, filled with anger and frustration. Ethan lowered his gaze, watching the kitten nibble on his slipper, and a surge of irritation rose within him. His things—he absolutely hated anyone touching them. No one was allowed to ruin his possessions, not even a little.
He stood up and walked to the bathroom door. “The ginger tea is getting cold,” he called out.
A moment later, Natalie’s voice responded from inside, “I’ll be out soon.”
The door opened
