Avoid Him

The first time she walked into the room it was quiet. There were lingering shadows of romance. Moreau's irises looked straight at the bed. There, the place where they had an intimate relationship that went too far, and then it all ended with a lot of pretense.

Moreau's breath came in rough gasps, trying to get rid of the dirty things in her mind. Better to get on with what needed to be done, she soon bent down at the foot of the bed to take a look at things around her.

There was hardly anything to be found. Perhaps it was not scattered on the floor surface. She immediately put one hand down to touch the surface of the mattress. The shape of the bed was at least an illustration of where brief attention could be diverted.

Moreau started by removing the thick, scattered blankets, then lifted the pillows in search of answers. It felt a little strange when she didn't find anything. Now that, slowly, worried her. It was certain that Barbara would keep asking questions