The world outside was still under a heavy downpour, the sky a dense leaden gray.
It was as if a huge hole had been ripped in the sky, rainwater flushing the earth like a bucket being upended.
The drumming of large raindrops on the glass, tap-tap-tap, echoed throughout, loud and clear.
The master bedroom was well insulated against noise, so the sound couldn't be heard clearly, but the curtains were kept wide open -- it was as dark outside as night.
Tara Summer frequently turned to glance out the window, a trace of anxiety in her heart, hoping everything was going smoothly for Liam Yancey.
"Young Madam, would you like to rest on the bed?" Ava looks at her sympathetically, her body hunched inquisitively.
Audrey, ever observant, touched Tara Summer's hand and found it cold. She immediately turned up the room's thermostat to a steady 28 degrees Celsius.
"No need," Tara Summer shook her head. "I've slept more than enough these past few days. If I sleep anymore, my back will break."
