Brandon had instructed the staff on what they needed to do. Everything looked so normal, the mess she walked into earlier was gone. The maid had the house looking as perfect as it usually did. Things seemed back to normal, but Lena knew things would never be back to normal again. Lena walked past Brandon, the chef and the maid. They all watched her as she curled up with one of the plush pillows on the large leather sofa. The coldness of the leather cooled her down. Lena closed her eyes. She could hear the faint chatter of Brandon talking, but could no longer make out what he was saying. The maid, Melinda, covered her with a throw. Lena quickly drifted off into a deep sleep. Lena heard someone calling her name. She thought she was dreaming. The voice grew louder. She felt pressure on her leg. Lena opened her eyes. Brandon’s face came into focus. He was standing right in front of her. “What time is it?” She rubbed her eyes and began to sit up. “It’s seven in the morning. You slept the whole night.”
