Selina lifted her heavy head when she caught sight of the dawn illuminating the darkness that clung to her throughout the slow passing hours as she sat on the chilly tiled floor, her body resting on the wall.
Suddenly her mouth went wide open, yawning tiredly.
She forced herself up and grabbed the doorknob, hoping that he'd unlocked the door. She creaked it, pushing it open to her surprise that the door was unlocked as she quietly entered inside.
There was no trace of her in the living room. She walked towards the kitchen, opening the refrigerator but couldn't see a single edible thing inside. Not even bottled water.
Her eyes swept the cabinets—empty. Not a single food item in sight.
She lingered, fingertips brushing the wooden edges, wondering if he simply didn't care for homemade meals.
Swallowing his harsh treatment the previous day, she paused outside the bedroom door before easing it open.
