After the night had fallen, Adriel was wide awake. Apparently, sleeping for twenty hours straight ruined one's sleeping schedule.
He slumped up and turned on the light, squinting.
When the morning came, he would have to return to the office. It was stressing him out. And lying still wasn't making it better.
Adriel sighed, recalling the dirty car seats from his trip to the cult. Even if he was going to grab a taxi tomorrow, he should have cleaned it.
He got out of the bed and got dressed. Might as well do one useful thing after lazing around all day.
Adriel pulled on a coat and grabbed his keys, making his way downstairs.
The cool air met him with a shiver. His car sat in its usual spot, street lights glinting off the windshield.
Nobody was around. Good. The peace could continue.
He yanked the door open and tore open a package of wet wipes. But instead of dirt or stains catching his eye, it was something else—a pair of gloves, neatly resting in the cup holder.
Not his. Ein's.
