The bungalow was quite spacious, lighted up dimly. There was just enough furniture to give a little bit of life to the guest house. Hera tiptoed her way in, inviting herself to the guest house. She checked a few rooms quietly, only to see they were empty. It was like sleeping quarters with common areas to do its purpose, and probably even more.
"I don't understand," she murmured as she closed one of the rooms, eyes around the living area. "Why do they have to take turns?"
Hera thought about it on her way in here. It wasn't like she was suspicious of what her husband's bodyguards were doing. She just found it weird.
"It's getting late," she whispered, catching the wall clock on the other corner. "Frank will come home soon."
