Adams’ POV

What made me speak the way I did, I don’t know.

I regretted it, of course, knowing she had been waiting for me. Yet all I did to reward her patience was a cold greeting, one colder than the wind with the rain outside.

I continued walking towards the wardrobe, to get a change of clothes as she watched me from behind in silence.

I wish I could give her the attention she needed right now but various thoughts were swirling around my head like a tornado and my mind wasn’t at rest.

The face of the dead man whom I had questioned earlier kept popping before me...