Marion stayed by my side throughout the night, refusing to leave my room until he was certain I was okay.
I lay there for what felt like an eternity, staring at the ceiling as sleep fought its way back into my mind.
When I finally awoke in the soft light of early morning, I was exhausted.
Looking back, the events of yesterday still weighed heavily on me, but now I knew that I needed answers, answers about Richard.
I somehow needed clarity for what happened and I needed to dig further to understand the kind of person Richard was.
I sat up slowly, still feeling the lingering haze of sleep as I turned my head toward Marion, who had not yet left my side. I'm not surprised.
He was reading a newspaper in a chair near the window, his eyes soft with concern as they glanced over at me now and then.
"Morning, Selena," he said gently. "How do you feel?"
I sighed, running a hand through my hair.