Adrian
It was 8:43 am, a Monday morning. The sun was out in the clear sky. Anyone who had a daytime shift should be at work. I was supposed to be at the office attending the numerous meetings lined up, but I was seated in the dining area, with a cup of coffee in hand, staring at the wall clock across the room.
With each tick of the clock, I found myself thinking about the woman who had locked herself in her room all evening. After showing her to her room, she didn't step out, not even for dinner. And as much as I hated to admit, I was worried but knocking on her door to call her out was the last thing I'd do.
I took the cup to my mouth, taking a generous sip of my now cold coffee. I had been sitting here for about three hours since I brewed it. It was bound to be cold. Speaking of cold,
