“And has the nightmare changed? Or was it the same thing as before?”Una’s eyes traveled carefully from the bowl of sweets on the table to Dr. Larson’s smooth, brown skin. She had always adored her doctor’s classic beauty.“Una?”

It had only been a week since Will Thomas moved into Chestnut Hill, and he shortly found out that sharing a house with someone could feel like a battle for supremacy, which he knew he would never win. There had been quite a few things he didn’t like but couldn’t really complain about; like Una’s underwear hanging on the rack in the bathroom instead of fresh towels, and how he’d neatly put his toothbrush and razors in the same corner in the cabinet only for him to look for it in Una’s medicines and feminine products the next day. But Una owned the house, and the only thing he could do was look for another place to put his stuff.

Seated in a deuce booth by the window, a waitress who looked younger than them approached Una and Liezel’s table. Liezel glanced up at the waitress and ordered their usual breakfast combo. “The usual?” the waitress asked. It was obvious that she was new. With her shiny straight black hair, copper skin, and youthful grin, she easily stood out from the rest of the other three waitresses at the café who looked like they were near their retirement.

In the morning, Will opened his eyes to his dimly-lit room; the thick drapes blocked the sunlight from streaming in. He wrapped himself in the duvet but the loud growling noise in his stomach stopped him from going back to sleep. His face scowled. He was famished.Sighing, he got off the bed and left his room. For a moment, he stared at Una’s closed door. He couldn’t hear anything but silence. Quietly, he went down and made his way to the kitchen. His mind went to Una and thought she could be starving too. He pressed his fingers to his temples, trying to knead the faint pain away while squeezing his tired, dried eyes that spoke of lack of sleep.

When Liezel saw Sinclair’s car in the basement car park, she couldn’t suppress the small smile on her face. It had been a busy day, but she had turned in the reports and Sinclair’s next day agenda as fast as she could before she left her desk, making sure she’d be gone seconds before he got out of his office.When Sinclair showed up at the office after lunch, he was on a call with someone for almost four hours straight and had only asked Liezel to come in once for a coffee refill. He only left his office twice when he needed to go to the men’s room. Liezel, on the other hand, couldn&rsquo