He pushed open the bedroom door and walked in. Norris Moore had already finished her shower and was leaning against the headboard with her eyes closed, her expression tinged with exhaustion.
Trenton Smith walked over, sat by the bed, and wrapped his arm around her shoulder, letting her lean against him.
"What are you thinking about?"
Norris opened her eyes, glanced at him briefly, then shook her head.
The man reached out and gently stroked her fair, delicate cheek, speaking in a soft voice, "Get some rest early."
Norris nodded, looked at Trenton for a moment, then hesitated but ultimately said nothing, slipping under the covers.
Trenton sat for a while before leaving the room.
She knew Trenton still had work to attend to and didn't make a sound.
Alone in the bedroom, Norris closed her eyes, her expression clouded with a trace of pain.
The image of the young woman from the news, her hair streaked with gray and her face ashen, lingered in her mind.
