Gemma

I slipped from Ernest’s bed, quiet as a mouse. He rolled onto his side and wrapped his arms around his pillow, barely waking as he moved and quickly fell back to sleep, his eyelashes fluttering against his cheeks.

I reached down and gathered my clothes, clutching them to my naked chest as I searched in vain for my underwear in the darkened room.

The only light was an eerie green glow coming from the windows where rain hammered against the side of the ...