The Ultimate Question
What a day, she thought to herself, her eyes drifting over to the suitcase she had left on the floor. With a sigh, she pushed herself away from the bedroom door and made her way over to it, unzipping it and beginning to unpack.
As she folded her clothes and placed them back into her drawers, Ellen's thoughts drifted to the earlier confrontation with Aubrey. It was a shame, she thought. I didn't get a chance to dig deeper and find out if she was the one who sent those bloody roses.
She had been too distracted, too caught up in entertaining Aubrey's crazy remarks. Ellen shook her head again. She should've pressed harder, should've asked more questions—but instead, she'd let herself get pulled into Aubrey's games.
A sudden knock on her door pulled her out of her thoughts. She set the shirt aside and walked over to the door, opening it.