They stood in the spacious room, gazing at each other. Emily quietly made her way to the bed, avoiding his gaze, and settled in with a book, as was her usual routine.
Her eyes involuntarily followed him as he walked into the bathroom. She heard the sound of running water and, after a few minutes, the door leading to the closet opened.
He entered and searched for something to wear. Satisfied, he emerged from the closet and went to his desk, where he switched on his laptop and began working on it.
Emily let out a loud yawn, immediately covering her mouth in embarrassment. She was accustomed to being alone and behaving freely. Setting her book down on the bedside table, she crawled under the covers, closed her eyes, but sleep eluded her.
Her mind was active, filled with questions. Would he join her in bed? Would he attempt to talk to her? He had been gone for so long; would he update her on the current situation? These questions swirled in her mind as she lay awake, occasionally hear
