Chapter Ten

Adrien

Norman found me seated on the sofa in the living room of our hotel suite at two am. "Are you alright, sir?" He asked. Despite it being early morning, my lack of sleep was evident. "I thought you'd gone to bed."

"I did," I sighed. "But I couldn't sleep."

"Did you forget your sleeping pills?" He questioned, concern evident in his voice.

"No, Norman," I replied. "They don't work."

"Should I schedule another appointment with your doctor for a new prescription?" He inquired, already working on his tablet.

"There's no need," I shook my head. "I know why I've been having trouble sleeping for the past five years."

Norman looked up from the screen of his tablet to me in surprise. "You do?"

"Hmm," I nodded.

Putting his tablet on the table, Norman joined me on the sofa, patiently waiting for me to express my thoughts. He was the only person I felt comfortable confiding in, and perhaps it was time to unload everything.

"It's guilt," I confessed. "I wasn't a good husband to Rosalie. I trea