Johnny heard the bedroom door open and shut as he stood behind the kitchen island. He paused, waiting to hear the sound of her approaching footsteps but there was nothing. He had prepared her a simple meal from scratch and was doing the final touches before switching off the stove and wiping his hands down with a paper towel. A minute passed, two. He placed the plates he held back on the counter top and went in search of her.
His steps halted right in the middle of the hallway leading to the bedroom where they spent the day in each other's embrace. The door of the room right next to it was left ajar, and light streamed out from the narrow opening.
It was obvious where Navaya had gone. Without a thought, he walked over and pushed the door open even wider.
