The next morning, Mia walked out of the laundry room carrying the small bundle of clothes she'd just taken out of the dryer, she padded barefoot and wet-haired through the silent living room and into the room where she'd spent a nearly sleepless night last night.
It was ten o'clock in the morning, and judging from the sound of rushing water in the next room, she assumed Neil had also slept late and was now in the shower because he had woken up late just like her. She hadn't been able to sleep through out the whole night until it was dawn, and now she had woken up with a terrible headache, that throbbed her head whenever she bent down.
She went through the route of blowing her hair dry, then she brushed it and pulled on the trouser and sweater she had worn three days ago when she drove to Novaria. That morning seemed like weeks ago, because it was the last time everything had been normal in her life.
