Chapter 5

He opened his eyes, and the electronic clock on the bedside table showed eight-nineteen.

"Grace?"

The sound fell into the apartment, but no one answered.

He sat up and glanced down the corridor. The bathroom door was open and there was no light inside; her usual glass was still on the side of the sink.

The quarrel last night made him a little irritated. He thought Grace just wanted him to bow his head first. She probably went to the corner bakery or arrived at the airport first; when they met, she would always put her emotions in order and…