She dragged her weak body out of bed and walked over, only to see him sitting on the sofa, mind seemingly elsewhere, silently smoking a cigarette.
With his figure cloaked in darkness, his expression and emotions were indiscernible.
The only thing that confirmed his presence was the faint flickering of the lighter at his fingertips, intermittently bright and dim...
The entire room was shrouded in smoke, extremely pungent, and Sofia Hamilton felt even more uncomfortable as she breathed it in.
She turned on the light, and the room suddenly brightened, glaringly so.
Ryan Gregory raised his eyes, looking slightly dazed, took a deep drag of his cigarette, furrowed his brow, and pursed his lips, remaining silent as if weighed down by many worries.
Sofia glanced at the ashtray beside him, which now held several stubbed-out cigarettes.
How could he smoke so many...
"Why are you smoking so much? Didn't you promise me you'd quit slowly?"
