Isabel woke as the early morning light slanted through the curtains. For a moment, she burrowed deeper under the blankets, throwing an arm over her face to block the light. A light but constant knock at the door forced her to finally open her eyes.
"What?" she asked.
"Breakfast is served, Mrs. Denmark," Drew called through the door.
She rubbed her eyes and sat up in the bed, wondering why Drew was talking to her instead of Howard. She looked over to Howard's side of the bed and found it empty—his pillow was smooth and unwrinkled and the sheets were still neatly tucked under the mattress. She blinked in confusion—why hadn't he slept with her?
Slowly, she climbed out of the bed and padded toward the bathroom. As she washed her face and applied a light makeup, she kept thinking about
