Inside, the room is dark and unadorned. The bed is unmade. The curtains drawn. Kate tightens her silk robe, crossing her arms. Her hair is braided for bed and pulled over her shoulder, eyes dark and puffy.
She looks at him and then looks away, nothing to say.
no subject
This isn't what she wanted.
The lock turns.
Inside, the room is dark and unadorned. The bed is unmade. The curtains drawn. Kate tightens her silk robe, crossing her arms. Her hair is braided for bed and pulled over her shoulder, eyes dark and puffy.
She looks at him and then looks away, nothing to say.