A thunderclap roared, and the climate grew cold, waking Hunter. He glanced around the brightly lit room, with the main light still on. He sat up, turned off the AC using the remote, got out of bed, and put on his underwear, which was scattered on the bed, along with the messy blankets and clothes.
"Where is she? Is she still in the bathroom? How long was I asleep?"
Hunter wondered, recalling how Isabella excused herself to the bathroom before he fell asleep. He walked toward the bathroom, passing through the spacious walk-in closet filled with both his and Isabella's clothes, shoes, bags, ties, watches, and other accessories.
"What happened?" he hurried toward Isabella, who was sitting on the floor near the bathroom door, deep in thought. "Why are you here? I mean... why didn't you come back to bed?" he asked, crouching in front of her, noticing her puffy eyes, as if she'd been crying.
"It's okay," Isabella whispered, then stood up.
