"Did you say you switched rooms with Xavier?" Kay broke the uncomfortable silence with a question.
I hummed an affirmation while sipping the wine. It was less bitter than I expected. I let the taste spread over my tongue and welcomed the burn in the back of my throat.
"Why? And when?" Kay stared down at his clenched fists resting atop the table. He looked destabilized.
Xavier laughed at the question but kept silent when I glared him down.
"Xavier wasn't sleeping well in that room. We switched the day after…" My eyes went to Xavier for a second and the words I'd almost said died on my tongue, "The day you came over for breakfast."
Kay's eyes narrowed as he tried to recall the day in question. I could tell the moment it clicked by the way his face flushed. He cleared his throat and nodded slowly, "But Xavier told me your room was 'the one on the right'."
