Maria returned home later that day, only to be greeted by the emptiness of the house. The only person present was the maid.
She had been eager to recount the harrowing experience from college to Bernard and his parents, but her disappointment was immediate—none of them were home.
Exhausted from the chaotic day, hunger gnawed at her stomach, yet the urge to wash away the day's stress took priority. She headed straight to her room, undressed, and stepped into the cold embrace of the shower.
The water was refreshing, soothing every muscle, washing away not just dirt, but anxiety. When she stepped out, she felt renewed.
She dressed up quickly, intending to head to the kitchen. Just as she was about to leave her room, she heard the familiar sound of Bernard's car pulling into the compound. Her heart lifted a little. At last, she could speak to him.
