It was a serene morning, the air filled with the sweet fragrance of blooming flowers. Birdsong filled the air, their cheerful melodies creating a sense of tranquility. Sunlight streamed through the window, casting a warm glow over the room.
Suzy woke up from her sleep, her mind still reeling from the events of the previous night. She asked herself, "Did Ryan enter my room?" She shook her head, dismissing the thought as a dream. But then, she paused, a sense of unease settling in her heart. Why was she having such vivid dreams about him?
She hit her head lightly with her hand, trying to focus. "Focus, Suzy," she muttered to herself. She reached her hand on the drawer of her dresser and pulled out a piece of paper with an address written on it. It was the address of the gardener she had taken from the Red Door days ago. Now that her bruises had healed, she needed answers immediately.
Just then, a knock came at the door. "Who is it?" Suzy called out.
