AURORA
The next morning, I’d awaken with a startling clank of dishes. Heavy of breath, I sprung from my pillow to a sitting position. Beads of sweat collected over the bridge of my nose as my eyes darted over the subdued room.
When my gaze landed on the housekeeper, I relaxed, exhaling a long sigh. I watched as she busied herself dusting and picking up after my mess.
To avoid another encounter with Wendy, last night I’d eaten dinner in my room. I wanted to steer clear of the fey girl’s tantrums nor did I wish to see Mustafa. I reckoned I ought to avoid the scheduled meal-times and go on off-peak times. Or maybe I’d order in. I liked the idea of eating alone in peace.
My gaze followed the gray-haired lady as she busied herself with the usual tasks of cleaning. Despite her age, she moved
