Cooper Coldson seemed to be deep in thought as he returned to his room.
Just now, Yolanda Greenwood had said that she couldn't find one of her nightgowns, and he vaguely remembered seeing it somewhere.
He searched the bedroom but couldn't find it, so he went to the bathroom and discovered that Yolanda's clothes were hanging outside the window.
He reached out and took the clothes back inside—the color was a childish goose yellow with a duck puckering its beak on them.
Cooper Coldson frowned irritably, feeling that the duck resembled Yolanda. He raised his hand, intending to throw the clothes into the trash, but he stopped himself at the last moment.
He took the clothes back to the bedroom, neatly folded them, and placed them in the wardrobe.
Lying in bed, he found himself glancing at the nightgown in the wardrobe repeatedly, feeling an indefinable emotion in his chest that made him feel stifled and a bit out of breath.