Amber woke up feeling relaxed. For a moment, she didn’t know where she was, but then the events of last night came rushing back.
She reached for her phone and glanced at the time—it was already 11 a.m.
Amber quickly dressed and left the room in search of Ryan. The house was quiet, and when she entered the kitchen, she found a middle-aged woman unloading groceries into the refrigerator.
The woman looked up, offering a kind smile. “Good morning, dear. You must be Amber.”
Amber nodded, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “Good morning. Do you know where Ryan is?”
“Mr. Carter left early this morning. He had to go to the office,” the woman replied, closing the fridge.
Amber let out a breath. “Oh, I see. And you are...?”
“Ms. Gladys,” the woman said warmly. “I look after the house for Mr. Carter. Would you like some coffee? I just made a fresh pot.”
Amber hesitated but then gave a small smile. “Yes, please. Thank you.”
Ms. Gladys poured a cup and handed it to her before returning to h
