With a heavy head, Marley awoke to find herself alone in the hotel room. The soft morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the sheets that were tangled around her legs. It was already 10 o'clock. As she sat up, a wave of dizziness washed over her, and she held her head in her hands, trying to steady herself.
"Where's Dane?" she wondered aloud, her voice barely a whisper. She got out of bed, feeling the plush carpet beneath her feet as she stepped into her slippers. Marley opened the door and stepped into the hallway, only to run right into Arthur. His expression was cold, his eyes hard.
"Marley," he said sharply. "Dane won't be able to accompany you to the Brooks'. You'll have to go alone. He went to the cemetery."
"Wh-what?" she stammered, confusion etched on her face. "Why would he go there?"
"Today is Coline Lewis's death anniversary," Arthur replied tersely, leaving no room for further questions.
