Justin’s face was dark with anger. He swung the door open and shoved Emily out of the bathroom with enough force that she stumbled to the floor.
Yet, her expression remained indifferent, as if entirely unaffected. Calmly, she picked up her clothes from the floor and began dressing herself. Supporting herself against the wall, she staggered out of the bedroom in the dark.
She found her way to the guest bathroom and cleaned herself up. As she scrubbed away the remnants of the evening, a smirk crept onto her face. Once again, she had managed to frustrate Justin. The thought amused her, and she couldn’t help but chuckle softly.
After her shower, Emily wrapped herself in a towel and headed to the living room to retrieve her suitcase. She carried it back to the guest room, rummaged through her belongings, and changed into a fresh pair of pajamas.
By the time she was settled, it was past 3 a.m. Hunger gnawed at her stomach, and all she could think about was the ravioli Mrs. Zimmer used to
