Chapter 64 – Two Ladies At Home

• OSCAR GRAY
• The sound of movement stirred me from sleep the next morning. I blinked into the semi-darkness, disoriented for a moment. The room was quiet—empty, save for me. But the faint noise was unmistakable. It had come from the bathroom.
• I shifted under the covers and paused. I was in pajamas. My brows furrowed as I tried to piece together the night before. The pounding headache was gone—only a dull throb remained, like a distant echo of what had been. Strangely, I didn’t feel hungry either. It was as though I had already eaten.