“Did you go out last night, my dear?” asked my grandmother while we had breakfast in the restaurant the following morning.
Without looking up from my eggs I shook my head. “No, I watched some TV and then fell asleep.”
“Oh, I could have sworn I heard the door open.”
I had left Anabelle at just after three in the morning and had been as quiet as possible. But after another two bottles of wine and more s*x, I must have f****d up and made some noises. My head was hurting and I had already taken two pills. I reached for my coffee and drank it all, burning my mouth.
We decided to see the Louvre that morning and then take a cruise on the river in the evening with dinner on board. I was dying to see Anabelle again. We had decided to meet in the corridor on my floor just before midnig
