Vanessa
I enter the room and gently close the door behind me. The click of the lock is too loud in the silence.
I stand still for a few seconds, observing the place as if it were someone else's… because it is. Everything here smells different: the sheets, the wood, the air conditioning… Everything is different, the order excessive… Nothing has a trace of me. Nothing belongs to me, not even tonight.
I breathe slowly and walk to the bed. A dark nightgown, folded on it, was left for me by one of the maids.
I take it in my hands and instantly recognize that it isn't a garment bought for guests. It's his, or at least his in some way. A light, loose, thin shirt. Something he probably took from the nearest closet to solve the problem of getting dressed.
For a second I hesitate, then I ta
