By the time Adam returned home, it was late into the night.
As he quietly entered through the front door, he couldn't help but find it a little amusing.
Sneaking into my own house, he thought.
He quietly locked the door behind him. He was about to head downstairs and add the information he had gathered to his investigation board when suddenly he paused.
A faint light illuminated the third floor as Adam looked up the staircase.
She's awake.
He briefly hesitated before making his way up to the third floor.
The table lamp on Genevieve's side of the bed was on. She lay beneath the blanket, comfortably nestled in bed as she read a book. When she heard the faint creak of a floorboard, she turned her attention away from the pages.
Genevieve stared at Adam for a few moments.
Then she smiled faintly. "You're back."
Adam felt his heart twist.
