The Guest Room

Laina

The handle of the guest room door was cool against my fingertips. I tightened my grip and almost opened the door to go back out into the living room.

Almost.

But something held me back, and I let my hand fall to my side.

Seeing Mason talking to Evelyn had been a curveball. I’d felt physically ill when she walked past me in the driveway, and the feeling of rolling nausea hadn’t passed since. Why did it suddenly feel like the ground was falling out from under me?

I went to the bed and perched myself on the edge. I rested my elbows on my knees and leaned forward, staring down at the plush gray carpet beneath my feet.

Mason’s guest room was nice. Simple, but nice. The cool gray carpets and white walls provided a calm, soothing environment that wasn’t cluttered with stuff. All that was in the room was the bed, a nightstand with a lamp, and a chair in the far corner with one pillow. Sheer navy curtains hung in front of the wi