ENCOUNTERING RENARD AGAIN?
Finally, Rosa reached her bedroom, where the silence wrapped around her like a comforting shroud. Rosa's room was dimly lit, with the soft glow of a bedside lamp casting warm shadows across the walls. She took a deep breath, the air heavy with a mix of scents—her late husband's cologne, the familiar perfume she had worn for years, and the lingering aroma of the dinner that had been prepared earlier.
With a sigh of relief, Rosa began to undress, her movements languid and methodical. She unbuttoned her blouse, revealing the weariness etched into her face, and slipped off her skirt. Her feet found their way to the cool, hardwood floor as she moved toward the bathroom.
