At midnight, Kate woke up and found herself alone in the room.

God, why am I sleeping so much? Must be the stress… She got up, took a shower, and put on her pajamas. She stepped out, and Bastien still hadn’t come back. She went downstairs and walked toward the office. She entered quietly, and there he was: Bastien, sitting in the dim light, with a glass of whiskey and a cigarette between his fingers, letting the smoke curl lazily into the air. His shirt was half unbuttoned, his gaze lost in the